somebody had a birthday

This little guy

who is now this no-so-little guy (he’s pushing 5 feet tall-crazy!)

turned 9 years old on Christmas eve.

How did that even happen?

He is still our same Connor in so many ways, but in other ways he is so different.  I can see glimpses and signs that he is growing up, like the way he is willing to try any new food and has a new found love of sushi.  We’ve had some tough years with this guys–I’m not going to sugar coat it.  Saying he is strong-willed and intense is an understatement.  But I can see how he is growing up in the way he handles things.  He transitions more easily, is willing to help out, and doesn’t all-out lose it very often any more.

He’s becoming more selfless, and that does this mama heart a world of good.

He is smart.  Just like his daddy.  He loves to read, loves soccer, loves origami, loves math, and loves to solve his rubix cube.

I’m excited to see how God uses his intensity and fire.  He’ll do great things, of this I am sure.

We celebrated his “fake birthday” with some bowling and laser tag with good friends.  It was the perfect party for him.

It’s not ideal to have a birthday on Christmas eve, but we always try our hardest to make it a special day for him.  He woke up that morning to homemade cinnamon rolls and his presents.

I love how Connor opens presents.  He tears back the paper on one side and peers inside, trying to figure out what’s in there before opening it all the way.

While I think he was grateful for a new helmet, it’s not exactly a fun present.  I made him open that one first in preparation for the next one…

It’s a new bike!  So technically it was a note telling him about our plans to let him pick out his new bike, but by the look on his face, I’d say even in note-form, his gift was well received.

We headed out to Academy after breakfast where he picked out a shiny red bike with lots of gears.  He couldn’t wait to get home and try it out.

His first ride wasn’t without frustration.  The gears just wouldn’t change as easily, and it’s always a little hard to get the feel and the balance of a bigger bike.  With a little help from Derek, Connor was happily zipping around the cul-de-sac in no time at all.

I still can’t believe that he’s 9 already.  Halfway to 18.  It’s going by so fast.  I’m so lucky to be his mom.

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