My baby is a teenager! Today is Carter's 13th birthday. He's a good kid and we love him so much. It seems like yesterday that he was a new baby. I'm so glad he can't remember all the outfits I made him wear as a baby.

When he was little we would go see the "oh's" (cow's to you and I) everyday. We would drive through the country (Magna) and stop to see a deer farm and the horses. He would love to ride around in the car. He also loved Little Gym. We went once a week. He would run and play with the balls. But most of all he loved to hang from the monkey bar.

His best friend growing up was our beloved Fozzie. He was a very overweight, half-blind, totally deaf cocker spaniel that let Carter do just about everything to him with no complaints. Fozzie taught Carter how to escape to the backyard via the dog door. He would drag that poor dog around on a leash for hours. We were so sad years ago when we had to put him to sleep. Carter was heartbroken. We still have Foz on the piano in a box, and Carter still keeps pictures of him in his room.

Nowadays, Carter is very much a teenager. He sleeps late. Can have an attitude. Thinks he doesn't need rules or guidance. He loves Greenday, playing the guitar, trumpet, piano and, of course, video games. He will start 8th grade this year. He is looking forward to being in the jazz band and learning to speak French. He's already as tall as me and soon will tower over me.

I'm bracing myself because in 3 years my baby will drive! HELP!!!!!!!!!