October 31, 2013

For Noah

Dear Darling Noah,

Today you are turning SEVEN!  Oh my goodness.  Seven seems so much older than six.  I have tears running down my face just typing the word SEVEN.  I think it's because you are my only "mamas boy" kid.  The others ALL like Daddy better- but you are all mine.  And I worry that the older you get you won't need me as much.  I feel that more with you than I do with the other kids.  I'm okay with their independence.  But something in me just wants you to need me.  You and I- we just have this connection.   You promise me that when you get older you are going to build a house next door if the lot is still available or in the backyard if it's not.  You have no idea how much I want that to be true.  We could be like Everybody Loves Raymond. Don't worry.  When you are a grown up, that show will be on Nick at Nite and you will understand what I'm talking about.



You are so special.  I think that this past year was your best year yet.  I'm not sure what it was, but something just clicked with you.  I think you just came into your own so much.  You developed your sense of humor.  You found adorable friends who love your quirks.  And school just suddenly snapped into place.  I always worried about how school would be for you because it has always seemed to me like your mind just worked differently than most kids we know.  And yet- toward the end of kindergarten and this first part of first grade, you have floored me with how much you love learning.  Your teachers are sending home second grade homework just to keep you challenged and you were selected for the school's gifted program.  I am so proud of you.  Your desire to know things is intense.  This year, we got Netflix and you are systematically working your way through all the documentaries.  It's adorable in the nerdiest way possible.

You are the funniest kid that I've ever met.  You come up with these zingers and you know how to deliver a line with perfection that rivals the best stand up comics.  I think that you will be the funny guy in your college dorm.  The one who just subtly keeps every one laughing.  You just have this joy that you radiate and others can't help but feel it.

You always tell things like they are and you notice everything.  You'll tell me if my hair has white ones in it or if I've picked out a bad color of nail polish.  But you are also the first one to notice if dinner is extra good or the first one to tell me that I look pretty when I get dressed up for church.  You are also the first one to say thank you for stuff that most kids wouldn't notice.  Sometimes you just say thank you for driving you to school or for putting clean socks in your drawer.  You make it a pleasure to do things for you.  Your sense of gratitude is one of my favorite things about you.



Last year, your friend Kilee moved to Haiti.  This year you've been hanging out with your besties Grace and Maxton.  But mostly just Grace.  Her mom and I are trying to arrange a marriage (which makes you sooooo embarrassed) but the friendship that you two have is just precious.  She's moving down the street in a few months and I think it will be so fun to watch you all be there for each other as the years roll on.

You are still Mr. Picky Panties about your clothes.  All summer you wore soccer shorts and a plain white Hanes tagless tee.  Now that it's cold you have swapped out the shorts for blue sweatpants.  But those white tee shirts are your standard uniform.  You say they don't bother your body and I'm so glad that you've found something that makes you feel comfortable despite your sensory issues.    You are also the pickiest about your food!  Every day for lunch you eat a ham and cheese sandwich on Hawaiian bread, a honeycrisp apple (you are a total apple snob) and rice krispy treat.  You are just a boy who knows what works for him and we try not to make you change that formula. Lord help us if I try to get you to put on a sweater. :-)

You are the best snuggler in the whole family.  You have the ability to just melt your body into whoever is holding you.  You are also the best dancer in our little clan.  Boy, you have some awesome moves.  It doesn't hurt that you are double jointed and can do some crazy contortionist moves.

You love to draw and paint.  I can always tell which pictures are yours because for going on three years you put a rainbow (in the perfect order) somewhere on every single thing you draw.  You just have a thing for rainbows.  When things get chaotic around here you wave your hands in the air and say "It's all cookies and rainbows!" because you know that it will make everyone laugh and clear the tension.

My favorite hour of the entire week is that hour during the sermon on Sunday mornings.  You lay in my lap and fall asleep every Sunday.  I look so forward to that time together.

Sweet Noah, I just love you so much.  You are such a joy to parent and I feel so lucky that I get to be your mom.  You are such a gift to Daddy and me!

Hope your birthday is the best ever!

Love,
Mommy
Noah's Birthday Interview

***Every year, I interview each of my kids on their birthday.  Usually, I ask the same questions every year so that I can watch how their answers change from year(2012) to year (2011) to year (2010) to year (2009).  Sometimes I toss in a few new ones so that I can make sure to catch their little quirks and thoughts! ***

Mom:What do you want to be when you grow up?
Noah: A marine biologist!  You already know that!
Mom: Why do you want to be a marine biologist?
Noah:  Cause I like animals.  I like sea animals a little bit better.
Mom:  If you changed your mind about being a marine biologist, what else would you do.
Noah:  Open a dinner theatre so we can do a show while you eat!

Mom: Do you want to get married when you grow up?
Noah: YES!  (excitedly!)

Mom: Do you want to have kids one day?
Noah:  YES!  Four!!!  One from China, one from Congo and two from a belly.

Mom: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
Noah:  I'm funny.  *giggles*
Mom:  Yes you are!!!!!

Mom:  How do you feel about living in our new house.
Noah:  Awesome!  My favorite thing is playing in the woods and climbing up the big tree.

Mom: What is your favorite thing to do at school?
Noah:  Recess.  No wait. Erase that. Naw, it's recess.  And reading.

Mom: What is your favorite joke?
Noah: Why did the horse cross the park?    To get to the other slide!

Mom: How do you like to spend your free time?
Noah: Playing outside when it's and sunny.  Playing with Miles.

Mom: What is your favorite thing about mommy?
Noah: You are funny!  And I LOVE YOU!!!

Mom: What is your favorite thing about daddy?
Noah:  When he plays tickle monster.

Mom: Who are your best friends?
Noah:  Grace, Maxton, Eli and Abby

Mom: What is your favorite holiday?
Noah: Halloween!  DUH!  It's my birthday!

Mom: What is your favorite thing about having a brother and sisters?
Noah:  That they're nice... most of the time.

Mom: What do you think that high school will be like?
Noah:  I get a locker!

Mom: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would you go?
Noah: Hawaii! Cause it's got a beach!  And one with big waves I can go surfing on!

Mom: If you could make up your perfect day and do anything you wanted, what would you do?
Noah:  I'd make the world turn into candy.  And make nobody fight.  And I could fly.

Current Favorites:
color: red and blue
toy: trampoline
movie: Jaws
TV show:  My Babysitter's A Vampire
food: Hibachi grill, pigs in a blanket and hotdogs, cake
candy: Reese's cups
book: Junie B. Jones
song: Cups by Anna Kendrick (and he knows the clapping motions, too!)
sport: swimming
ice cream: chocolate
  Noah's 7th Year Highlights in Pictures




































Happy 7th Birthday, Noah!  We love you so much!

“There is more to a boy than what his mother sees. There is more to a boy then what his father dreams. Inside every boy lies a heart that beats. And sometimes it screams, refusing to take defeat. And sometimes his father's dreams aren't big enough, and sometimes his mother's vision isn't long enough. And sometimes the boy has to dream his own dreams and break through the clouds with his own sunbeams.” 
― Ben Behunin 




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