How did it happen that this baby of mine has reached ten months old?
It's like I blinked and there he was.
All 26 chubby, dimply pounds of him;
10 months old.
I told him today, when I realized that his first birthday is heading straight for us as fast as a frieght train,
"If you decide to actually turn ONE on March 13th you will get a spank.
And this, I've decided, is where the Birthday Spankings tradition originated.
A harried mother baffled by the idea of her sweet little one getting a year older.
The only answer a panicking mother has is to spank.
Mr. B. is 28.
I am 28.
Beck is 5.
Evie is 4.
And I think that's as old as any of us ever need to be.
No more birthdays in the B. household.
End of story.
Spanks all around.
*Important note: Britt said 'bye bye' yesterday for the first time while waving his fat little hands at his Grandma Honey.
What a guy.