Very blue this evening (well, okay... bluer than usual ). My baby boy is turning 17 tomorrow. Yep, old Weeburt is a year away from adulthood. I don't know where the time has gone, but it simply doesn't seem possible old Wee will be 17. Seems like just yesterday he was so excited because he could reach up and touch the top of my head with his hand. Now he rests his chin on my head. Aside from a couple of years of homework wars and a bad period related to thank you's junk, he has been the *easiest* kid. Was stoic from conception - rarely kicked me to the point I was a wreck waiting for him to move those last months, LOL. Came 10 days late (a procrastinator from the start), and then didn't feel like eating once he did get here, so they had to tube feed him. Quiet, never cried. Didn't talk until well after 3 (except for "M&Ms", pronounced el-m-el-m-el-m-el-m-el-m's - rolling your tongue). I think he just didn't have a whole lot to say. Adamantly refused to have his 4th birthday. Isn't that funny? It was Arthur-themed, but no amt of bribery could get him to participate. He had just decided he didn't want to be 4. We went to the zoo when he was 4, and he spent the entire day stomping up and down the paths, muttering to himself, "I just don't have time for this. I just don't have time for this. I just don't have time for this." I had one of my childhood friends with- me, and she was utterly baffled, wondering if he had a business appointment or what, LOL. To this day, he hates the zoo. I just guffawed when his Biology class had a field trip there 2 years ago. Watch him become a vet, LOL. He's been the most atypical teen boy I've ever seen. Well, for the most part. We still have communication issues, especially since he speaks only Spanish most of the time now. Went thru the monosyllabic grunts at 13-14. Combined with his voice dropping several octaves to a range where I swear only earthworms can understand him... yeah, communication hasn't been great. But he's always been spontaneously affectionate, and helpful (when asked). Horribly unmotivated and still a procrastinator extraordinaire, but I've bitten my tongue off the past 2 years (detachment) and he's finally seemingly found a good balance in terms of school work (GPA 4.4... okay, I can live with- that ). I worry about him horribly. He's always marched to his own drummer, which I do think is good, but I worry about him heading off to college in (gulp) 1-1/2 years. Still not sure where, though I've been campaigning for MIT in Boston for years. He's a math genius, no lie (hates English - "I already speak it, why do I have to take classes?!!!!"). I think he'd thrive in that kind of intellectual setting, but I worry about how he'll do socially. Not that socializing is his cup of tea, but ... doesn't it have to be, eventually, at least kinda? He's a great kid. I think he was my respite baby, after having 2 high-needs kids, but as adulthood looms I'm feeling a bit sad that I didn't spend as much time as I should have with him. He does have a wicked sharp sense of humor, and I love to be around him. I'm kinda worried he's going to leave for college and never come home (and really, who could blame him? We're nuts around here!). Anyway, feeling old and like time has just flown past. Happy birthday to my Weeburt.