My son will be turning twelve on Tuesday. He's in fifth grade, now (really? really!), and is learning to play trumpet in band.
I don't know how this happened. I mean, last week, he was just a very little boy. The week before that, a baby.
So, since his birthday is during the school week, he'll be helping me make cookies for him to take for his class. Over the summer, I got him to try chocolate peanut butter chip cookies--the recipe's on the back of the Reece's peanut butter chips--and he loved them. We'll be making those, but with white chocolate chips and gluten free flour (one of his classmates throws up when she eats something with gluten). Tuesday for supper, he's requested lasagna.
He's growing fast, and starting to change from small boy into adolescent. His face is maturing, and his shoulders are starting to fill out. He's still scrawny as hell--the kid is closing in on 5' tall, but only barely tops 70 lbs...if he's just eaten and is soaking wet. And it's all arms and legs.
I dread the day he's too big to fit in my lap. I really do. But it's coming.