It's official:

Jordan is a teenager.
Highlights--one for each year---
Birth year: At 12 weeks quits breathing while in his car seat, we spend the night in the hospital and he comes home with an apnea monitor which we used until he is 10 months old.

One year old: He loves his goodnight story--"Just Go to Bed!" and will point his little finger and shake it whenever we read the 'just go to bed' part.

Two years old: Potty trained extremely easy and with that came the knowledge that he imparted upon our extremely religious neighbor, Renee: "Miss 'Nay Miss 'Nay did you know that boys have penis's and girls have vaginas?"

Three years old: 'Marries' Zoe, spends several months walking around hand in hand calling each other 'wife' and 'husband'.  Asks me if Zoe can move in and live with us.  Upon seeing Zoe after a several week break he is devestated when she snottily states: "I divorced you!" he spends an hour in the house crying and hasn't had a 'girlfriend' since.

Four years old: Decides to water my plants for me so "they will grow big and strong"---does it with milk.

Five years old: Watching the Today show before heading to catch the bus for Kindergarten.  Something terrible has happened but we don't know what.  As we are sitting on the coffee table listening to Matt Lauer Jordan says: "I saw that big plane hit that building, there's a lot of damage and a fire.  Where there people killed?"

Six years old: He reads so well that he is moved from Kindergarten to First Grade during reading time.

Seven years old: Hates Second Grade.  Hates it.  He cries when I tell him to take a shower and get ready for bed.  He cries when I get him up in the morning and tell him it's time to get ready for school.  He cries when I walk him down to the end of the driveway to catch the bus.

Eight years old: Jordan flies to Boston by himself to visit Aunt Mo and Uncle John.  He goes sledding and throws a snowball at Aunt Mo.

Nine years old: Plays football with the local park team.  During the first game of the season he catches an interception.

Ten years old: Pre-teen attitude sets in and he starts giving the ladies at Happi-Faces all kinds of trouble.  He ends up grounded from TV and video games for months at a time.

Eleven years old: Finally learns how to ride a bike.

Twelve years old:  Takes up karate and loves it.  In six months goes from white belt to orange belt.  Gets a bloody nose during class and is bouncing with pent up energy wanting to get back to it as Mom tries to get the bleeding to stop.

Thirteen years old:  Well...so far, he got up and got ready for school.

It is so hard to see my baby as a teenager--but he is.