My poor site has been having a LOT of issues and pretty much blew up this weekend. We’ve been working hard to fix and clean everything up.

(Yes, it’s sucked a freaking duck. I am way behind.)

So, this is a test and image upload to make sure everything is how it needs to be.

If all goes well today, I’ll be back to posting tomorrow!

Until then, I’ll leave you with a photo of me and the tall part of Air Supply. (Otherwise titled “OMG! ONE OF THE BEST MOMENTS OF MY FREAKING LIFE!)

Feel free to ignore.

:)

I’ve been a mother since I was 21-years-old.

James was seriously one of THE CUTEST babies I have ever set eyes on.

He was like a little Gerber baby only with huge dimples.

SEE THE CUTENESS?

I wasn’t sure if I was going to like being a mom.

I thought I might like kittens and puppies better than babies.

THEN I had James.

And I fell in love.

I was nuts about being a mom.

I had James 3-weeks before my junior year of college started.

It was tough to be a full time student on a full vocal scholarship and be a wife and mother.

But I did it.

I remember this day. I played hooky and missed a quiz in Music History because I just wanted to see my kid eat lunch by himself.

(I would also like to add that I now wax my eyebrows and no longer dress in head-to-toe denim.)

Jonathan has been the best stepfather to James you can imagine.

And James has an excellent father, who has always been there for him.

We are on good terms and excellent co-parents.

I still maintain that this is the single cutest Kindergarten photo ever taken.

James has always been a…creative soul.

I adore him to bits.

He was the most excellent big brother to Matthew when he was here.

And he is an EXCELLENT big brother to Aaron.

And he’s been the MOST excellent son anyone could ask for.

And now I will try to not freak out that he is the same age I was when I first fell in love and that I have a kid in high school at 36.

(Because damn, I FEEL OLD.)

We are not even going to think about a year from now where he will be allowed to date.

Or drive.

OMG.

DRIVING.

I need a drink.

For reals.

But we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

One step at a time, tiger!

Happy 15th birthday, James.

I love you forever.

xoxo,
Mom

And yes…that really is Greg Brady.

And me.

In college.

Discoing on a stage.

I know.