Fifteen

Happy Fifteenth Birthday to my firstborn.  It has been amazing watching you grow (and grow and grow) into a young man.  It seems like just yesterday that you were born.  I still remember holding you for the first time.  I remember unwrapping you from the hospital blankets and being totally amazed that you were mine...ten little toes and ten little fingers, this little baby boy weighing 7 pounds 11 1/2 ounces.  Now you are fifteen, time sure does fly.  I hope you have a wonderful year and many, many more wonderful birthdays.

At fifteen, T:
- is almost six feet tall
- is finishing his freshman year of high school
- played freshman football and was on the spring track team (well, he did these before turning 15, obviously)
- is very intelligent
- listens to country music most of the time
- is still a Steelers fan
- has a very sweet girlfriend
- has been to Europe (Tom and I have yet to go)
- loves to read
- prefers meat and potatoes
- plans on playing a lot of tennis this summer
- enjoys playing video games on his Xbox
- knows a lot about military weaponry
- likes to watch stand up comics

T had two friends sleep over this weekend and I made peanut butter cup cupcakes.  I made them by putting a little batter in each cupcake liner, then placing a mini peanut butter cup in each one, and then covering with more batter.

I topped them with chopped peanut butter cups and baked them.  I swirled on chocolate frosting and topped each with a peanut butter cup.

For dinner tonight, T requested steak, mashed potatoes, and corn.  His girlfriend came over for dinner and cake.  The cake was chocolate caramel.

Happy Birthday T!