About a boy

10 years ago today, I gave birth to an 8 pound, 8 ounce baby boy.

It was 4 months before my 30th birthday. I had wanted to have a child before I turned 30 – well I just made it.

Da boy was a good baby right from the start, he hardly ever cried without an easily solvable reason, and he smiled constantly.

And of course he was SO smart!

He didn’t walk until after his first birthday and while at the time I thought he spoke late, he hasn’t stopped since he did start.

And I guess I wasn’t the most conventional Mommy, I used to sing songs to him that I knew the words to. Could be the reason he knew all the words to American Pie at age 2 instead of Twinkle Twinkle little star.

His baby sitter requested I stop this trend when he wouldn’t stop singing a Carpenters song.

“Why do birds suddenly appear, every time you walk near? Just like me, they long to be, close to YOU! LA! La la la laaaaaa! Close to YOU!”

I was giving her construction-working husband “ear worms” that he was then passing on to all of his co-corkers LOL.

Then there is the time at around age 4 when he asked me where babies came from. I thought I would have a lot more time to figure out how to handle this situation but figured I could wing it.

I explained that the Daddy planted a seed in the Mommy’s tummy and God made it grow into a baby and then the Doctor took it out. He seemed to be grasping the concept well until he asked who got to keep the flower……

"Um…what flower Honey?” I asked, already mentally calculating how much I should start saving towards the therapy he will surely need. “The flower the seed grew into that the baby came out of” he answered, rolling his eyes and giving me the "well weren't YOU even listening" look! Too much gardening with Mom methinks!

He has always been very outgoing and started talking to everyone as soon as he could speak, and I mean everyone, the cashier at the store, the people in line with us, anyone who came into his school or daycare. While walking down the street, he was often greeted by people, people I didn’t know. Everyone knew Da boy's name – this eventually became an issue at school though. While he may have be one of five boys doing something they shouldn’t have been doing, his was the name that got remembered the most. But that is a topic for a different post.

He loves to read, and is very good at it and writing stories too – which I am so thankful for. This is probably due to the fact that I read to him since the day he was born and have explained the importance of grammar and punctuation from the day he could understand me. Da man and I take turns tucking him in at night and when it is Mommy’s night to cuddle, we read books and talk about how our day was and giggle like crazy. When it is Daddy’s night to cuddle, they do math problems in their heads – did I mention that he is also very good in math?

He wants to be Harry Potter. He has been asking for a baby sister for years - something that is not going to happen unless the Baby Fairy leaves one on our doorstep.

He loves the dramatic and would love to be an actor. He starred in a few plays at summer camp last year and was instantly hooked. He is one of only two boys (and about 20 girls) enrolled in the local hip hop dance troupe, and loves that as well.

He loves playing soccer and this summer will be his 4th year on a league. He got 4 goals last season.

He still allows hugs in public, kisses in private and still likes to cuddle with Mom, I’m not sure how much longer that will last, but I am enjoying it while it does.

He is my one and only and makes my life a constant adventure of surprises and love.

Happy birthday Pookie Bum, Peanut, Mommy's Sunshine, Munchie Face, Smoochie Face!