Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos, one of America’s most beloved couples, are marking a significant milestone today – their eldest child, Michael, turns 27. With three decades of love and three children together, this power couple has built a life filled with joy, laughter, and cherished memories.
To commemorate Michael’s special day, Kelly and Mark took to Instagram, sharing an endearing video montage of their firstborn’s journey from infancy to adulthood. The heartfelt post was captioned, “Happy 27th birthday to the founding member of our family, Michael.
We adore you, Consuelos – you started it all!” Set to Curtis Mayfield’s uplifting tune “Move On Up,” the video showcased Michael’s life milestones, including tender moments with his parents, grandparents, and younger siblings, Lola and Joaquin.
The couple’s fans, friends, and family flooded the comments section with warm birthday wishes. Andy Cohen chimed in, “I love this! Happy birthday, Mikey!” while Nia Long added, “The most adorable!” As Kelly and Mark often share updates about Michael, fans can’t help but notice the uncanny resemblance between Michael and his father, Mark.
“Wow, Michael is the spitting image of a younger Mark!” exclaimed one fan. Another echoed, “Michael is his dad’s twin!” The similarities between father and son are undeniable.
Following in his parents’ footsteps, Michael has embarked on his own journey in the entertainment industry, making appearances in Riverdale alongside his father and producing shows like Summer House and Winter House.
As Kelly and Mark celebrate this significant birthday, it’s clear that family is at the forefront of their lives. With a legacy of love, laughter, and shared experiences, the Consuelos clan continues to captivate hearts. Here’s to many more years of happiness, love, and adventure for Michael and his family.
Kelly and Mark’s enduring love story serves as a testament to the power of commitment and family. As they honor their eldest child’s milestone birthday, fans can’t help but feel inspired by the couple’s devotion to one another and their children. Happy birthday, Michael – may this year bring you joy, success, and cherished memories with your loved ones!
I Decided to Teach My Stepson a Lesson When I Got Tired of Him Littering Everywhere
A couple of weeks ago, I finally moved in with my husband, which was supposed to be the beginning of a wonderful chapter in our lives. I had no idea that my husband’s 15-year-old son from a previous marriage, named Dave, would prove to be a difficult obstacle to overcome. Though I knew there would be some period of adaptation, I did not expect such an attitude towards my efforts to make the house our cozy place in the form of piles of garbage that Dave, as if on purpose, left scattered throughout the house.
At first, I thought it was a temporary situation, perhaps a teenager’s version of chaos. But days turned into weeks, and the mess only seemed to grow. Empty chip bags, crumpled papers, and discarded clothes adorned every corner of our once-pristine home. It was as if a tornado of teenage negligence had swept through, leaving behind a debris field that would shock even a loving mother.
My comments and requests for cleanliness had no effect on him at all. It was like talking to a wall. I wanted to stop this and somehow decided to act outside the box.
One day, when Dave left for school, I came up with a plan. I was going to defeat this trash invasion, which required a strategy that went beyond mere words. Wandering around the house, armed with trash bags and determination, I picked up every piece of clutter that had settled into our home. I was on a mission to teach Dave a lesson in responsibility.
His room, the center of chaos, was my first target. When I walked in, I was greeted by clothes strewn across the floor, a maze of crumpled papers, and a collection of half-empty soda cans. Without pleasure, but with a feeling of determination, I began to put all the items that were scattered in garbage bags. Papers, cans, his clothes, everything was packed into the bags together. In the end, the room gradually turned from a disaster zone into something resembling order. I packed all the scattered clothes with other trash in a bags.
A similar fate befell the living room, kitchen, and even the bathroom. It was a time-consuming task, but I was sure that if words could not reach him, perhaps these bags would show him how much of a mess he left behind.
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