I can hardly believe that my oldest is turning 10 tomorrow. How can my baby be hitting double-digits? We went on a lovely "date" last night, thanks to my parents babysitting the other three kids. And let me tell you, it was LONG overdue. I can't remember the last time just the two of us did something together. I always say, "I fall in love with each of my children again when we get one-on-one time." And, boy, is it true. If you don't do it regularly, try "dating" your kids. It is a breath of fresh air, in the midst of the usual refereeing and multi-tasking.
In keeping with my "no boundaries" motto this year, we did something radical--rock climbing! I am pathetically afraid of heights, so this was big, folks. And we went here. Yeah. IT ROCKED!!! (he he he-sorry!)
My boy was the star. Really. All the other parents kept asking me, "Has he been doing this for a while?" Uhhhh....no. He's a novice. That's just pure talent. He didn't get those genes from me!
How can can this big boy with the man-feet be my lil' guy?? I remember when you were just two years old and running around the living room, laughing and clapping your chubby hands. I thought it would never, never end. How wrong I was. I wasn't prepared for being so teary this weekend, but I am! I love you, Dom the Bomb.
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