Kids

Casey and I celebrated our birthdays last week. My baby is 19 years old. All of my blog friends that have young children, please enjoy every single minute of it. Even on the bad days, and I know there are bad days, you can still pick them up and hold them...snuggle with them or hold their hand. That's not going to last forever. This is one of many things I can speak of from experience.

When Charlie was young, he'd always hold my little finger. Not my whole hand, he'd grab onto my little finger. It was 'our thing'. I miss that terribly. Casey, he'll still hold my hand, but now it's more like 'I love you mom' and not 'I need you mom'...and maybe sometimes it's even 'I feel sorry for you, old woman'...probably, I don't know. Nothing embarrasses Casey, and little embarrasses Charlie. I can take credit for that. :) I've always believed that if you can live through it, you can also get over it.

Casey will be leaving soon for his second year at UNT, and Charlie will be starting his senior year of high school. I don't know how it's possible. I see what wonderful men they are becoming. Both of them honest and caring young men, which I'll also take credit for. :) They're so independent and responsible...well, much more responsible than I was at 18 and 19 years old...or even at 25 years old if I want to be truthful. Casey will still call me 'Mommy' in a way that only he can pull off, and Charlie will sometimes call me Katheryn, in a way that only he can pull off, pronouncing it Katheryyyyyn. Sort of like when he'd hold my little finger, it's 'our thing'. Casey never calls me 'Katheryn' and Charlie never calls me 'Mommy'.

Charlie's band, Forgiven Atrocity, is really doing well. It's not my type of music. I actually love the music, it's the vocals that slay me (sorry, Tony, I love you though!!) but they're getting a lot of recognition and Charlie gets calls from other bands to play bass for them as a fill in. I'm so proud of him. He's got his image on a t-shirt, which is pretty awesome:

How cool is that?? Yeah, he's without shirt or shoes...and that's pretty much how he always plays. Don't know why. He was influenced a lot by Red Hot Chili Peppers, so I'm just glad he's not up there butt naked except for a tube sock on his penis. I'm sure every mother has said that about her son at one time or another, right?? :)

Here is a picture of my guys at my birthday dinner...and as always, they're goofing off. One more year...I'm going to make the most out of it, trust me.