Eleven years ago today, I became a parent for the first time. My son was born at 3:43 in the afternoon at home. The labor was relatively easy and it was thrilling to have birthed him at home. We were so delighted with our new baby that we spent many days and nights just staring at him in wonder. We have endless hours of video of him doing relatively mundane baby things. We were that in love.

As he has grown, we have grown as parents and people. Having children forces you to stop and think about EVERYTHING! I would love for the line “just because I say so” to actually work, but it doesn’t. Especially with him. He is a smart kid. I often joke that I wish I had stupid, compliant children – LOL! But this one is smart, inquisitive, artistic and funny. He often sees the world in a way that nobody else does. I love when he and I get time alone and he tells me about his dreams or asks questions like, “If I died right now and came back, would I remember being me?” He is that kind of thinker.

He can be a complete turd sometimes, don’t get me wrong. He REALLY can. If being cute has saved any of my kids, it would be him. I have wanted to choke him senseless more than a couple of times. On the flip side, he is very loving and caring and thoughtful. He still lets his younger brother crawl into bed with him at night. His sister too… sometimes. He and I were talking about the day he was born last night after reading and his little brother was there. His brother had spent the last 30 minutes flipping all over the place, so I was pretty certain he wasn’t listening. But his big brother said loud and clear “He is an awesome brother!” Then he went on to list the many reasons why. It was so nice to hear and see the look of joy on his little brother’s face. My younger boy adores his brother. He emulates everything he does. My brother-in-law nicknamed them Pete, and re-Pete. It fits them perfectly.

Tonight we will celebrate his birthday as a family. He has asked for parmesan crusted halibut (forgive the photo, but I had to get one online, as I haven’t actually cooked yet), asparagus and cheesecake for desert. I love that kid! He, being the oldest, has the more advanced palate. He used to cook with me a lot, but he no longer seems interested. However, he will happily cook for himself and others if he is compelled to make one of his “specialties.” Come Saturday, we will gather with 10 other children to bowl our little hearts out and eat some pizza. Should be a good time. We opened his gifts from us this morning. He was thrilled to get a new basketball from his brother, a phone from his sister (more on that in a moment) and a wad of cash from Mom and Dad. He has a laundry list of things he “can’t live without” so now he will have to decide how to spend the money to get the most out of it.

So back to the phone. A couple weeks ago, I asked his little sister, who is 4, what we should get him for his birthday. She came up with a car. Not just a car, but a super car. One with super cool paint, a rocket engine, you name it. Then we remembered he couldn’t drive. So then she decided that we should create a jungle zoo in our backyard, since he loves animals. Then we remembered that we don’t have that big of a yard. So we settled on a phone. His had been stolen during the robbery. Yesterday, while we were driving in the car, he started pestering her to tell him what she got him. She immediately gave the following hint. “It was something that was on your desk. It was stolen by the murderlers (her fantastic word for all bad guys) and you used to call Mom on it.” Gee, let me see if I can guess what that is. He looked at me and laughed. I told him that he had to act surprised anyway. I think that it is going to be a very good year.

As for the title of this post, a little back-story is necessary. My husband had given me his number 6 years before I ever called him. SIX YEARS. He likes to remind me that we would have either 1) had more kids because we got an earlier start, which is likely or 2) our kids would be 4+ years older than they are now. I guess it all boils down to having yet another reason I should have called sooner. I really should have called sooner.

Love you guys!

Parmesan Crusted Filets: recipe from Aunt Bonnie
1 lb. halibut
1-1/2 T. bread crumbs (I use panko)
¼ c. freshly grated parmesan cheese
Pinch of seasoned sea salt
1/3 c. milk
2 t. butter
Lemon wedges

Set oven at 450. Combine breadcrumbs, cheese and salt. Dip fish in milk and then in crumb mixture. Place in buttered baking dish; drizzle with melted butter. Bake 20-25 mins and serve w/lemon wedges or tartar sauce. Serves 3-4.


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