We found out last weekish that Tommy is the father of the baby that was put up for adoption. Had I blogged about that? I don't remember. Anyway, we get pictures and notes now. He's beautiful. Tommy is taking the whole thing much better than I am.
He is taking it so well that he moved out tonight. That's right, my first chick has flown the coup. We piled his worldly belongings into the truck and moved him to an apartment with some friends this evening. My god the filth a teenage boy leaves behind!
But his room is (for now) a toy/game/play room... it echoes. Strange.
I'm happy for him, almost 18, finding himself, getting his independence, starting his life as an adult... I'm not as heart broken as I thought I'd be. I will say that the timing is kind of shitty, you know, from a completely selfish standpoint. Of course, I kept that thought to myself, wished him well... and agreed to buy his groceries for the next week.
So much for independence and self reliand\ce huh? LOL.
And so it starts. Empty nest syndrome. Just 4 more kids and 14 years to go.