Another one about Jacob

I haven't blogged in so many days. 
Mainly because Jacob hasn't been up to much.  But tonight he is in my room at 12:17 complaining about the lack of food in the house.  He has been out and about in his car with a white board.  Apparently, it is great fun to write a message on the white board at a stop light and show it to the driver next to you.  So tonight Jacob told drivers "you're doing a great job"  "I hope you're having a great day"  "you look pretty".  I am really hoping that he used these messages appropriately and wasn't offending a middle aged man with the pretty comment. 
Prior to the white board adventure was an evening of shooting foam rockets at friends.  The friends shot back.  That's what friends are for, right?  Well, for Jacob, it is.  He has this good group of friends that don't seem too interested in getting into real trouble, just fun trouble.  And as long as the cops don't show up, it's alright with me.
So, now he is back to the food.  I don't know what he is complaining about.  There is all kinds of pasta to eat now that Danny and I are on the caveman bullshit diet.  So at 12:23 he is going to make alfredo.  That seems pretty reasonable.  He actually just went to Hayley's room to see if she was in on the early morning carb load. 
You know, it may seem like I am complaining about Jacob and his late night hi jinks, but I know how fortunate I am that he is in my room right now stealing the remotes with his feet.  I know that there are tons of parents out there that have no idea where there kid is, let alone what he is doing.  I was just informed that "I haven't showered in days" by way of white board!  So maybe I am not so fortunate to have him hugging me right now, considering what the white board just said.
In just over a year, this kid will be an adult.  Say this aloud "Jacob will be eightteen next summer."  Does it freak you out like it freaks me out?  Seriously, there is no way that this kid should be put in the adult column. 
He will vote in school board elections. 
He will buy cigarettes and porn. 
He will sign legal documents.
He will still do avalanche of love.  I will still find him in my bed POSSUM.  He will still find it neccessary to find a reason to come into my room at ungodly hours to talk about his day, to share his grand adventures and to let me know that I am pretty and that I am a great mom and that he loves me, very much.