Sounds like the title of a horror movie, doesn't it? One of those no-don't-open-that-door-quit-running-thru-the-forrest-don't-trip-and-look-back kinda horror movies. Alas, it is not a horror movie (that I know of) it is reality...
My baby went and did it...My oldest baby turned into a teenager on May 2nd.
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It's so weird to think about him as a teen. He's still my little boy. But he's no longer in training pants (thankfully, or that would be a little embarrassing). Now he's shaving, and has a girlfriend (not that he's old enough to date, but he likes to call her his girlfriend), and is getting taller, and talking with a somewhat deeper voice. There are times I want my baby back, and then there are times when I'm glad that he's growing up.
To celebrate his turning 13, Tim & I took Merrick to see Ironman. It was an awsome movie and we all enjoyed it very much. The next day, Merrick had a couple of friends over to celebrate. They played X-Box, ate lots of pizza, and had a wonderful time. He wanted to know if he could have another birthday the next weekend, and then the one after that and so on. I told him no, I couldn't afford to be any older.
My baby went and did it...My oldest baby turned into a teenager on May 2nd.
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVTKymOaBREM1rDzvTevFtsBE5hLiU7_vp9LGiULJlSGVtlYjckViX5OEIcSocvof4Tg_fgYzz7fqK7z33SfRIogPh4BYk1k3SeAwWGQMBhUp0-Z86Y6JYZqq1Ld87FaJB3DELZYtaLQ6A/s320/baby.jpg)
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It's so weird to think about him as a teen. He's still my little boy. But he's no longer in training pants (thankfully, or that would be a little embarrassing). Now he's shaving, and has a girlfriend (not that he's old enough to date, but he likes to call her his girlfriend), and is getting taller, and talking with a somewhat deeper voice. There are times I want my baby back, and then there are times when I'm glad that he's growing up.
To celebrate his turning 13, Tim & I took Merrick to see Ironman. It was an awsome movie and we all enjoyed it very much. The next day, Merrick had a couple of friends over to celebrate. They played X-Box, ate lots of pizza, and had a wonderful time. He wanted to know if he could have another birthday the next weekend, and then the one after that and so on. I told him no, I couldn't afford to be any older.
So it's official, my oldest child is a teenager. What an adventure we have ahead of us!
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