Birthday letters: December 2008 Archives


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Someone had a good birthday.

He has a thing for hats

That I can still remember the day he was born so clearly, how he was thrashing about and hollering his head off even as he was being born, nearly suspends the reality of his birthday for me. Ewan is four-years-old now and yet he so very much looks like a baby to me. Except, as he is quick to point out, he's not.
Happy birthday to you

He's been working out of Liam's old preschool materials since the start of the school year and I feel pretty confident in moving him to kindergarten materials after Christmas. He can write his name, he can read simple words, and do simple addition. He's learned so much just by being at Liam's elbow whenever Liam does his lessons. He's fascinated with by haunted house shows, ghosts, skeletons, trains, scary books, the grim reaper, and much to my chagrin and Chris's delight, Rush is his favorite band. He also loves James Brown and can sing along to "Superbad."

He loved his cake

Ewan is completely different from his brother, and in some ways he and I resemble each other emotionally. Ewan is an introvert. He's not shy in the least; he just doesn't care much to socialize with others. During playgroups with other kids, he's content to sit in a chair beside me and while I talk to the other moms he will read a book or color. It took me two years of encouraging him to play with other kids before he finally rolled his eyes and indulged me. He's a quiet fellow and the only time he's loud is when he's displeased. He's incredibly compassionate, very protective of his big brother and me, even though he's shorter and stockier than Liam was at his age. Ewan is built like a tank and if one of my boys should grow up to be a boxer or MMA athlete, it will be Ewan.
The cake. For a four-year-old.

He got the cake he wanted, right down to the inscription on the tombstone. My mother was positively giddy about being able to have his cake made; I've always made the children's cakes and I think their grandmothers are itching at the possibility of being able to take that over for one or two of their birthdays. He saw his cake when he approached the table and the corners of his mouth pulled up to his eyebrows.

"It's very nice," he said before we all serenaded him with a chorus of "Happy Birthday." Then he blew out his candles.

Before I had two children I always wondered how I would be able to love another little human so unconditionally. That I would doubt the size of my heart sounds weird, but many mothers wonder. Your heart expands, along with your womb, those nine months. When Ewan was born I noticed his distinct personality from the beginning. I call him cantankerous at times, but strictly in a facetious, lovable sense. I would not change a single thing about him, even how he's a total morning person. He wakes me up on weekends by tiptoeing to the side of my bed and whispering "It's good morning time!" in my face. You have to welcome the sun after a wake up call like that.

The rest of our Thanksgiving; click on a photo to enlarge.
From across the table. I had to wash the Martha Stewart off me after this
My father-in-law and my mother

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