Thursday, May 28, 2009
I can't believe he's TWELVE.
Of course, I also can't believe what a slacker I've been about blogging lately. I'm sure I'll have lots more to say when the school year and spring sports season finally wrap up around here.
In the meantime, happy, happy birthday to my second born.
When we discovered we were expecting him, his big sister was barely 10 months old. We were a bit shocked, but had such a sense of peace and delight about a best friend to join our firstborn.
Thanks to modern science, we were given THREE due dates for the little guy. Typical of his personality, he showed up at the last minute...on the evening of his last due date. I couldn't have asked for a better labor and delivery, and still remember our surprise and delight when my husband announced that we had a son.
He was a laid back, go with the flow, baby; a mellow, sunshiny toddler, and an inquisitive but quiet child. As a 'tween (with his sister off at high school) he's beginning to stretch his wings and figure out who he is--not always the most pleasant process for his parents, but still important.
He loves soccer, his guitar, books, video games, and, hopefully us. He often shocks me with his spontaneous and unexpected sweetness--kissing me in front of his friends, announcing that he didn't want to go out for dinner on his birthday because Mom's cooking was better than any restaurant. He recently began playing with my Canon Rebel and is showing an eye that makes his shutterbug aunties (Alicia and Sally) proud.
I'm awfully proud of him, too.
Happy Birthday, EJ. I love you.