His number was 9. (Even though you can't see it since their numbers were only on the back.) And when he entered a car into the Grand Prix...
Yesterday was a very special day for me... July 24th. My first child, Patrick, turned 9. For 9 years I've been a mommy. For 9 years my gray hair has been mulitplying at insane rates. For 9 years my patience has been tested.
First I became a mommy:
Then the little ball of smiles with his 6 ankles and 3 chins turned 1...
He stayed just as sweet when he turned 2:
Then the little guy turned 3:
And then he started to grow up and become a good big brother at age 4:
Age 5 and ready to attack kindergarten with all sorts of attitude and smarts:
The constant challenges from this child would only continue. Every meal is non-stop questions. And I'm not talking about "how was your day?". Patrick thinks a mealtime has to consist of "Why don't you hear thunder and see lightening at the same time?" And if you think you're gonna get away with a simple explanation, you won't... you have to explain the details of the speed of light versus the speed of sound, and then how that multiplies depending on the distance you are from the storm, and then I guarantee no less than 20 follow-up questions on exactly how lightening forms and why and if you can predict where it will hit and what can happen if it does. Yeah, that's my life everyday.
At age 6:
Then age 7:
And finally, age 9:
On Friday, Peter's parents came over for a special lunch and celebration. On Saturday, I surprised him with Medieval Times tickets with best friends (and hit a car in the parking lot, but we won't talk about that part). On Sunday, his actual birthday, after church we had his lunch of choice - hot dogs, chips, and grapes. Then his cousins came over and played away most of the afternoon and shared in a yummylicious cake. And for dinner, again his request - steak, mashed potatoes, and green beans. Yes, please. He *is* my child. Challenging - yes... but perhaps he's genetically predisposed to being challenging... he gets it from both sides. Love you, Patrick! Have a wonderful 9th year!