When I started this blog back in early 2011, Jack wasn’t even a twinkle in my eye yet. Then over my first year of blogging, I became pregnant with Jack, unexpectedly lost my job, sold our house, started a new job, moved into a new house, and had a preemie. Jack joined us 2 months early, spent about 4 weeks in the NICU and then came home.
And now, that little 4 pound, 15-ounce potato of a baby is a teenager.
One of the absolutely most wonderful parts of this blog is that the last THIRTEEN years of his life is here. I mean, kind of. Over the years I’ve been very careful to make sure I’m telling the stories from my perspective of being a working mom. I’d never wanted to focus too much on my kiddo in a way that would embarrass him when he was older. For the last few years, Jack has been in charge of approving any posts about him, as well as any photos that I share.
Each year, I do a Jack birthday post. And each year, I include a photo of my rapidly growing boy and marvel at how quickly time flies.
Here is Jack at 13:
Once again, he asked if I could take him to NYC for an overnight adventure. So that is what we did – we visited the Lego store, drank butterbeer at the Harry Potter store, ate Crumbl cookies in the bed of our fancy hotel, watched the waiters and waitresses sing at Ellen’s Stardust Diner, ate a fresh donut off the Krispie Kreme conveyer belt in Times Square, and bought souvenirs at the M&M’s store.
It was the perfect weekend with my teenager. And on the train ride home, I made a cute little compilation video of our adventure.
Happiest of birthdays to my Jack!
Time flies! I can’t believe he is 13! Happy birthday, Jack! Have a great day!