Well, my baby turns twelve today. One of those bittersweet things where I tear up at the mention of the word "baby." But so excited for Alvin, because I remember turning twelve. You don't have to worry about where the food is coming from, and your Mom understands that you need plenty of it. You can style your own hair and choose your own clothes. Your bicycle will take you anywhere you need to go--to the corner grocery for a candy bar, or to the baseball diamond at the park.Alvin is not a small dude. But then, he was 10 lbs. 5 1/2 oz. at birth. Charming thinks it's silly that I tack on that 1/2 oz. But he didn't have to birth the child. We called Alvin our Magnum Opus--our Great Work. I guess we decided to go out with a bang....
Alvin is hoping that Notre Dame will take note of his birthday and beat USC tonight. Until then, the day is his, and a beautiful day it will be. Sunny and 68 degrees.
Have a wonderful day, baby, while Mommy sits by with her box of kleenex....
2 comments :
That half-ounce matters when you're doing the work!
Happy Birthday, AF! Go Irish!
Violet
Happy Birthday to you, Alvin Fernald! 12 is a great age - old enough to act like an adult but not so old that society holds you 100% responsible for your actions.
FYI, my Dad wrote a book series based upon a character named Alvin Fernald. Check out:
http://www.alvinfernald.com
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