John is now seven. I can’t believe it. I’m still in shock. How can my BABY (and try as he might to overcome that title, he will always be my baby) be that old? In first grade, no less?
That little 5 pound four ounce tiny runt of a kid has sure grown up.
Well, they tell me it’s true. Now he’s a running, jumping, soccer playing, star wars obsessed boy.
Not one to get shorted out of ONE moment of birthday fun, he came into my room at about 5:50 am and said, “Mom, you need to get up and make me breakfast in bed.”
Ugh.
So, we all got up, made him breakfast, and even brought him his presents in bed. Hey, dad was out of town and there was no party planned for the day, so why not? He was thrilled with his lego star wars stormtrooper set, Lego Batman Wii game, and Galactic Heros star wars figuring. He was not too thrilled with the new pajamas, although he did wear them that night. He was more concerned with how MANY presents there would be rather than is they were awesome presents.
He was the special birthday boy at school, played with his Star Wars guys all afternoon, and we even went out to Iceberg for dinner. He got himself a free birthday shake, but was so full from his kids’ meal and ice cream that we put the whole thing in the freezer. There will surely be a party later.
Happy Birthday, John. I’m glad you are my baby! He may be stubborn and he may be a little spoiled, but he makes our lives fuller and richer and we can’t imagine what we’d do without him!
Oh, how I love that boy!
I love this post, especially the picture of you both with napkins on your heads. The lady behind you is hilarious!
Your baby is seven? I’ll never get there.
it seems we are on the same page to day. . .time flies by way too fast. . .
I actually had to put shoes and socks on because my feet were so COLD today. I am not really ready to give up my flip/flops!
Happy birthday big boy!!