Monday, November 16, 2009

Eight is GREAT!

When David was born, it was at that moment that I became a mother.

It's a little bit hard to believe that 8 years ago, I wasn't someone's ima! But now....wow.

He started out like this (6 days old):
(this was originally a film print...oy, I feel old!)


...to this....first birthday: (also film....)

...to this 2 year old....

...to this 3 year old....

...to a 4 year old with super powers...

...to a five year old...

...to a six year old karate-doing, kindergarten-going, book-reading kid...

...to a 7 year old, actual person who has likes, dislikes, and interests...


...to this character of an 8 year old, who is full of opinions, a comedian-in-training, and the life of the party...


I can't believe that I'm the mother of an 8 year old!
He's a real person, he watches movies and tells stories, he reads books cover-to-cover and he plays video games. He always wants to do whatever's next, whatever he might finally be old enough for, but he also likes to watch Dora the Explorer with his little sister. He's in that not-a-baby but not-a-preteen, still a little kid but with the vocabulary of a middle-schooler. He slides on the floor whenever possible and never walks when he can run. He hasn't yet asked for his own cell phone but I can't believe the request is that far off (not that I'll grant it, mind you)....he's definitely growing up!

What a difference 8 years makes....

That last one is my Best Shot Monday, even though technically my dad took it.
I ordered the shot (nicely, of course).

4 comments:

Robin said...

Yup, eight is pretty great. Wonderful series too.

From the mother of an ohmygodhe'sgoingtobeNINEthisyear old.

Elise asd2mom.spaces.live.com said...

I just found your blog and it is terrific. Needless to say that the first full post I read is an homage to your beautiful 8 yr old. Happy Birthday to him. Enjoy the day Ima.

Elizabeth "Auntie Liz" said...

I remember when:
He was just born (1 month old)and an "Auntie Liz" was created!
He puked all over me (1 year old)
He was old enough to tell us he wanted "a boat" when asked if he wanted to come "vote" (2 years old)
He was old enough to call me Auntie Liz (3 years old)
He was old enough to sign his name to thank you cards (4 years old)
He was old enough to carry on a real conversation on the phone (5 years old)
He told me his first knock-knock joke (6 years old)
He started to make his own jokes and becoming his own character(7 years old).
My how time flies......
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID!!!!

Jew Wishes said...

Eight is great! And so are the photos.