I cannot believe my first baby is 17 years old. Even though it makes me sad, I have to say that I am so proud of the man he is becoming.
He is so good to his little sister. He was happy to let her help him blow out his candles and open his presents.
He celebrated on Saturday by having about 15 of his friends over for a bon fire. ( Sorry no pictures. I wasn't allowed near them with my camera) and then tonight we had a small get together at Mammoo & Pappy's house. I made him his favorite meal, chili with rice and fritos. We had a delicious chocolate cake and ice cream. He got lots of cash, some Adidas sweat pants and several pairs of skinny jeans.
What more could a teenage want?