Quiet Man's Hyper

So very, very hyper.  He had a great birthday though.  His cute star birthday crown from preschool has his name on it, so no pic of that to protect the identify of the innocent.  He bounced off walls and had fun all day (only a little fighting with Hulk who couldn't understand why the fuss over his frenemy).

As I was trying to capture photos of the crazy bouncing wonder, he started posing.  Here is one of my favs, though a bit blurry.  He was so excited he blew out his candles halfway through the birthday song.  I have seriously never had a kid so excited for his birthday.

 And here we have his cake...via Dad's skills.  It is Hotdog from Skylanders for all those who haven't been introduced to the popular, fun, though moneysucking enterprise.

I am VERY happy to have my not so quiet anymore but sometimes hard to understand boy in my life.  This morning right after he woke up and sat him in my lap and had to tell him his birth story.  That was always my favorite thing about my birthday...mom reciting the events of my entrance into the world.  I remember when Quiet arrived I was SO WORRIED because he was 7 pounds and looked so different from my more cherubic newborns.  My midwife said my placenta was small too, which can mean something or nothing.  Seven pounds is ittle bittle in my family.  I remember looking into his eyes and thinking I don't care if there is anything wrong with you or not.  You are perfect to me and I will love you and take care of you forever and ever.  Turns out, as far as I can tell, he is a perfectly intelligent and regular kid who has a heck of a time with his language.  I think Hubby and I have worried and prayed more about this than any of other parenting challenges we've had so far.  But as I felt 5 years ago, I feel now, no matter what happens or how quickly his speech does or doesn't come along, I will love him and teach him the best I can and protect him and try to get all the things for him that he needs to succeed.  My dream is for him to have a "normal" life in the next few years.  I thought he would surely be doing well by kindergarten, and now I don't know.  He has no problems having a good attitude and working hard and playing well with others and soaking up all the learning he can.  He just launches into fast almost gibberish sounding sentences sometimes and then I wonder what is going on.

BUT, BUT, BUT he has the bluest eyes, gives the sweetest cuddles and is so good to his mom.  He is patient with me, rubs my tummy and loves his soon to be sister.  He actually looks forward to our calm before the storm Friday mornings when he is home from preschool and he, Hulk and I cuddle and watch a movie.  He styles and brushes (ouch!) my hair.  He spent a long time rearranging and "cleaning" my room and making my bed yesterday.  He gladly takes care of Enzo when I ask him.  I could go on and on.  He is very service oriented and VERY, VERY devoted to his mom.  I am so glad that God gave him to us.  His spirit is so sweet.  I know he feels loved and secure in this family and that he is where he needs to be!  Happy Birthday, little 5-year-old guy.