Today is my son’s birthday. He’s a full-fledged teenager now, as opposed to just a pre-teen working through puberty. His arm hair is starting to come in darker. He’s grown probably 6 inches in the past few months, and not stopping anytime soon. What we originally thought might be a cold a few months ago is actually a dropped voice. His face is more angular. He has acne. He’s the same height as me. His feet smell.
I’m not okay with any of this. He didn’t ask my permission; he just did it. Stupid rebellious teenagers.
Not only that, but I’m supposed to celebrate these changes. Throw a party for him and congratulate him on his lanky, ape like arms and out-growing his shoes three months after I bought them. Buy him deodorant and razors.
I mean, my son is the best thing to ever happen to me, and I’m glad he’s doing all the growing things he’s supposed to be doing. I can’t even begin to describe how wonderful he is, how he makes me proud on a daily basis, how his dry sarcasm and childish glee fills my heart.
But my little baby is getting man feet. I’m just not ready for that.
The baby pic is at about 6 months. The pre-teen pic is from last fall.
Anyway, in honor of his birthday, today’s fuck-off Friday is about Bloons. Produced by Ninja Kiwi, there are a whole bunch of balloon based flash games out there. Ninja Kiwi has a LOT of other stuff on their site… if you just want the games that focus on Balloons or Monkeys, I recommend Balloon Monkey Game. It’s all still Ninja Kiwi, and they give credit where it’s due. Just a bit easier to navigate.
My personal favorite is Bloons Super Monkey, where you’re a super monkey that flies through the air shooting malicious balloons, saving the world yet again from latex invations.
My son’s favorite is Bloons Tower Defense 4. You try to stop a bunch of balloons from making it through a path from one part of the screen to another with darts, bombs, and other balloon destroying weaponry.
Happy birthday, Jared! Now I’m going to stare wistfully at old pictures and wonder where my baby went.
It just doesn’t seem possible that our boy is 13. I remember how wonderful it was to come home when you guys were living with me and have him waiting for me at the top of the stairs with a big smile on his face. He still does the “auntie, auntie, auntie” thing when I see him with a big grin and a hug. Even though he is getting older I hope that never goes away.
Thank you for sharing your boy with me!
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This is what i do while waiting for the post on fridays.