Ryan and his friends danced to "Hot Hot Hot" while playing musical chairs last week when we celebrated his 11th birthday.
We're finally feeling hot-hot-hot here. Flowers are blooming. The grass is greener. So are the tree-lined streets of the city.
I can hardly believe that Ryan is already 11. It doesn't seem that too long ago when I was getting ready to give birth to him.
It was June 1994. We had a sweltering summer weather. I started my maternity leave one week before my due date of June 21. And it was the week that the O.J. Simpson saga began. Read more.
3 comments:
They are the spotlight.
I like the perspective you brought to this subject. Its like you have an insight that most people havent seen before. So great to read a blog like this.
They are top performer of their age. Keep up guys.
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