[THE PLOT THICKENS project is still going on ... if you fancy yourself a fiction writer but are too lazy to start a story, see the post below.]
The Cutlet will be 11 months old the day after Thanksgiving, and 1 year old the day after Christmas. All the clichés about time flying are so painfully true with a living, growing calendar in the house, starting to walk, talk and ask to borrow the car. I wouldn’t trade it for the world, even though it makes the world spin a lot faster. I still am not sure how he got a Cheerio on his nose.
Here’s when you know you’ve finally grown up:
1. You’ve got to feed yourself, and even buy your own food and prepare it! Then, you’ve got to clean up your own dishes. *the horror*
2. You get to pick out what you wear, but you’ve also got to do laundry, fold it and put it away ... maybe even iron it if it’s too wrinkly.
2. You are solely responsible for cleaning yourself, especially your feet and your particulars.
3. You’re genuinely excited when you get new underwear or socks as gifts.
4. You have a folder or file where you keep your annual tax statements. Even if you haven’t balanced your checkbook recently (what is wrong with you?), you know how.
5. A lot of your tomorrows were yesterday. And you don’t remember half of them because they were years ago.
6. Hopping in the car and driving is no longer a novelty. In fact, sometimes it’s a pain.
7. Nobody tells you to act your age, because you usually do. You also know distinctly when to use your inside voice.
8. When a door hinge creaks, you think it might be one of your joints.
9. You don’t see your parents every day. *remind me to call Mom later*
10. You may not know what you want to be when you’re grown up, but it doesn’t matter because you’re already there.
Have a good one, ye adults of blogland!
As always, he's a doll!
As for being an adult, always remember you can eat your dessert first if you want.
Have a good one!
That's an excellent point, along with all the other positives of "growing up." I think watching a child grow is one of adulthood's pleasures. Especially when I walk through the front door and he walks/crawls to greet me.
Awww...well, he has a cheerio on his nose cause that's where they go...right? Great post!
11. You no longer have a fiend turning 21 every weekend with a banging party to attend!
Good post today dude!
-dew
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Your post inspired mine, today!
are you kidding me? that cheerio on his nose is too dang cute....you musta put that there? did you really put that there? is that a spontaneous cheerio landing? too cute!!
Just be glad the cheerio was ON his nose instead of . . . .
Seriously, re #9 there is another level of "adulthood" which comes when Mom and Dad are no longer a phone call away.
Clearly, the cheerio is on the Cutlet's nose because the talented little guy flung it there with the mere flick of his lighting-quick, Robin Hood-accurate wrist. (See the blurry hand and the deep look of concentration?)
cutlet so cute!!!
This will sound rather, uh, morbid. I east dessert first based on my uncle's theory:
"If I die during dinner, I want to know I ate dessert first."
Uh, you could add "Your friends are having babies and it is no longer a scandal"
I love that picture. Cheerios are great, especially balancing on babies noses.
I'm stil getting acquainted with #1 and I am 20. Washing dishes!!! No way.
So can the "cutlet" use a mouse yet?
Very impressive previous entry and posts with the storyline. It was overwhelming. 40 comments. I didn't pipe in that time, but good going!
I was just telling my daughter (who's 10) last night not to rush into growing up because we have WAY too much to worry about as adults.
you have one helluva cute baby!!!
Well, you didn't give him a spoon. If he had a spoon to balance on his nose, he would have. ;-)
Sigh. Being grown up is sort of lame. I want to be a kid again.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cheerio on the nose!!!!
BOOOOOWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Wow, I'm 30 and according to this list, I've got a lot of growing up to do! One of my favorite definitions of growing up is "when avoiding responsibility just isn't very sexy anymore." I'll trade in my sexyness to be a 10 year old kid again in a heart beat!