Hard to believe my baby is 18 years old! Wow. Seems like just yesterday the judge in Kazakhstan said he was mine and I gave him a big hug and said in Russian "Now I am your mama!" -- I had been practicing that phrase for months.
He has come so far, and yet he is still a smart, sweet, funny boy. Excuse me, man..... legally.
Now he shaves, drives his car, has a bank account and a job. Seems like just yesterday I was quizzing him on his multiplication tables.
Above, this was a few weeks ago when we went to a play.
Below, in Kazakhstan in 2007.
It's a bleak rainy day here, and he is babysitting this morning, but we will be going to lunch later, and having a little family birthday party tonight. He went ice skating with a bunch of his friends last night, and went to the movie with friends the night before -- so the celebrating has been happening for two days already!
I made him a sour cream pound cake yesterday. Of course, Mother and I had to sample it last night.. I put a piece of it on the table this morning for Mike to eat before going to his babysitting job, and Lola snatched it off the table and ate it the minute I turned my back.
She said it was delicious.
He had another piece for breakfast. Hey, getting him to eat ANYTHING for breakfast is a feat!
Happy Day my darling boy!
