Youngest 12

Yesterday we celebrated the mind (and body) of the person who set this shot up.

I would say he’s watched too many commercials, which means he’s watched too much television, but really he’s good.

I can’t believe 12 years have passed since the Super Bowl Sunday on which he was born. You would think that it would be kismet if he loved football, but he can take it or leave it. He’s a really creative guy, and that’s where his heart is right now. Legos, paper, paint, clay, you name it he will use it to create something. And if it’s his from the store, he will paint it so that it is uniquely his. It is so exciting watching him come into his own and become the person God designed him to be.

Yesterday we went ice skating (for the first time ever for both munchkin), then to On The Border for a late lunch/early supper, and then back to the house for carrot cake, ice cream and to play a little Rock Band 2. All of this was him. His mind. I’m so proud to just know him, really.