|No scanner, so I just took pics of pics...|
He was a tidy child. When I would get out a pair of socks and put them on my shoes to put on later, the socks would disappear... he'd put them in the laundry... we're talking age two.
Clean no more... now I can't get him to bring his snack dishes up from the basement for anything. And he's gotten more disagreeable...
But as children go.... he is definitely mine.
He has been making word jokes and using deep sarcasm since he was very small. He is a number guy and can be logicked through most things (like me: the other half of our family, not so much—they are more emotional). He and I have common book tastes.
Whatever the case, once he got into school, he calmed down a lot and was extremely pleasant until about 6 months ago. I suppose this just means he is doing that thing that teens do. Hopefully that logic thing holds... at least for the most part. All that sounds sort of negative, looking at it now... not meant to. I adore him. I love his humor in particular--it makes him fun to spend time with.
So I spent last night baking a birthday cake instead of blogging... so this is what I got...
Samadoo, I wish you a very happy birthday!!!