Happy Birthday to my First Born (Subtitle: OMG He’s Eight!)

My first born child is eight years old. On the one hand I am shocked (SHOCKED!) that I have an eight year child. On the other hand, Thomas grew up so much over the past year that it feels like he should have turned eight months ago.┬áHe was SO grateful for his birthday yesterday that he must have said thank you about 20 times. Presents included a lego set, resource guides about reptiles and insects to build out his collection (he already has birds and mammals), some fun chapter books, a Harry Potter lego book (from Samuel) and Dumbledore’s wand. The birthday boy decided on rotating sushi for dinner along with a promise that he could eat as much tamago yaki (egg sushi) as he wanted.

A eight, Thomas…

  • Is a champion reader. In just one year he progressed from barely reading a full sentence to starting to read the first Harry Potter book all by himself – by choice!
  • Is a great and (mostly) patient big brother, although he’s learning not to let his little brother push him around.
  • Enjoys Soccer and Karate and has just taken on the unofficial role of Karate “mentor” to Samuel.
  • Has a renewed obsession with Lego.
  • Has a continuing obsession with everything Harry Potter (see birthday gift list and book of choice)
  • Started second grade with some reluctance but seems to be settling in
  • Is sensitive, smart and sometimes silly.
  • Still likes to hold my hand and would cuddle all day if he could.

Just 8 years ago he looked like a teeny tiny bald-headed buddha baby…

(his first passport photo)

And now he’s overcoming his fears and climbing (fake) mountains.

So proud to be his Mum.