Friday, June 10, 2011

My Baby Isn't A Baby Anymore

My baby turned 18 today.

Spud, being an 18 year-old male, has the responsibility of signing up for the Selective Service System. He could sign-up on line, but he is going to the local post office to fulfill his duty like his father did nearly 30 years ago.

Spud's first duty as an adult.

An adult.

Today I became the mother of two adult children (now there's an oxymoron for you) and I felt a little twinge of disbelief and sadness that I am even old enough to own that title.


  1. A title you most graciously derserve sister. Congrats to a job well done........happy birthday dear nephew of mine!

  2. A friend of mine (on those difficult mothering days) reminds herself that she is not raising children, she is raising ADULTS. You've done a GREAT job, Jill. Happy Birthday to Spud!

    Wasn't he just eating popsicle in my backyard and playing in the sprinkler?

  3. Happy Birthday, Spud. Cool stuff to be placed in mail tomorrow!

  4. The Cruiser: "I joined the army cause I didn't want to be drafted"
    Sgt. Holka: "Son, there ain't no draft"
    The cruiser: "There was one"?

    Happy Birthday Joe.