Have I really been working there that long?

Ryan's birthday was Tuesday.  (This is not a recent picture of him, but it is one of my favorites.)

I was at work and one of my friends asked me how old he was.  When I replied "nine" we both almost fell over at how fast time flies.   I got pregnant about a month after I was hired, and that means that this December marks ten years that I have been working with this company.  No way.

Ryan remains the cuddliest little boy I ever met.  He has a temper, but for the most part, is very sweet.  He still says, before he starts his sentence/statements to me, "But first, a hug." I love that little squeeze, even if he's about to deliver bad news.

He does a face that is a spot-on imitation of one of his father's expressions.  He is shameless when he is trying to get me to cave, throwing that lower lip out like a pro.  It's hard to resist him, and he knows it. 

He had a nice day, his Dad and I took him to lunch, while the other kids were at school.  He had his favorite pizza for dinner, and I made him a cake so he could have the requisite "Happy Birthday" song and candles to blow out.

I still call him "Sugar," although it has morphed into the more mature "Suggity-Buggity".

NINE.  Yikes. 

Isn't that the beginning number in the "tween" age group? (9-12) 

It's a good thing I have an appt to get my hair colored Monday.   I feel some more gray coming on....