30...Seriously?

I can remember turning 30.  For some reason I struggled with that milestone.  I know I've mentioned it on my blog before.  I got over it and moved on. I even went so far as to have a baby the next year.  Which brings me to today.  30 years ago today I had my youngest son, Jordan.  He is at the milestone that took my breath away and somehow I just have to shake my head to realize how fast time flies and how it stands still for nobody.  Jordan was my buddy when he was little. He held the "baby of the family" status.   He and I spent a lot of time in the car together...in the store together...in the house together...in life in general together!  He's a good guy.  He's the one who gets the "Hey, I'm moving, can you come and help?" call...and he always comes and helps.  We got him a tee-shirt that says "Big Ape Moving Company".  He's hard working, loves animals (more than people!),  has a very quick wit and has his own opinions and views on life that suit him just fine.  He doesn't ever want to marry or have kiddos....of course that can change with time and the right woman to trap him...I mean change his ideas on that subject!  He's done some stand up comedy.  He wanted to challenge himself to get out of his element.  I was surprised because he's really a quiet guy..sort of.  He enjoyed it a lot and I think he would love to make that his life's work.  Someday perhaps...right now he'll keep his day job!  He's been living with us for the last couple of years. I guess he fits the term I heard the other day..."boomerang kids".  He's saved his pennies and paid off all debts and is looking to buy a house for himself and his dog, Eddy the Boxer.  We'll miss him and Eddy but I'll be happy he's not the sterotype of a 30yr old living in his parents basement...even if he does pay rent for the privilege!  So a big Happy Birthday to  you Jord.  Glad you weren't  born on April 1st...your Dad wouldn't allow it!  You had the last laugh weighing in at 10lbs, 8oz and making me have a C-section for the 4th and last kiddo!  Here's a few of my fav pics of him:

My giant 4 month old!  He's still a tall drink of water!

He didn't seem to mind his Mom with an attitude....his first Halloween.

He loved his first dog Ferris.  When he was 3 we went to the dog pound and he picked him out. 15yrs later he and I and Jack stood and cried together when Ferris had to be put down. 

He and his other favorite dog! Yep, time goes so fast.  We've had the good, the bad, and ugly times too, but all's good today!  You'll always be my baby anyway! Happy 30th!