I realized that I completely forgot to wish my Weasel a happy birthday this past week. It doesn’t matter much. He doesn’t read my blog. He doesn’t care about such things. But, I wanted to put it out there anyhow.
He has been my most difficult child (so far). I think it’s more about him being a boy than anything else. I was raised with only a sister, so this boy thing is just a bit foreign to me. He’s my only boy, which makes him a little special. But it’s also a little new to me. And I’m learning as I go.
I hate the moodiness… I hate the secretiveness… I hate the nonchalant attitude about everything… it’s just annoying. I want him to tell me everything, and he just doesn’t. And apparently, this is completely normal for teenage boys. Ugh.
So, happy birthday, Weasel. Even though I know you aren’t reading this!