La-Di-Da-Di

It's your birthday!  La di da de here's your song!!!  Is there anything more fun that waking your kids up at dawn with obnoxiously cheerful birthday music?  

Today my sweet little boy turns SEVEN!  Where does the time go?  Often I wish I could press pause and they would just stay little.  With each year it seems there are fewer firsts, things tend to smell worse, and everything gets bigger ... feet, teeth, and attitude.

Over the past year Logan has grown physically, socially, emotionally and cognitively.  He has lost FIVE more teeth for a grand total of seven.  His bank is brimming with magical gold dollars from the tooth fairy.  He began playing soccer this year.  The season began with sheer excitement, but the novelty has worn off and now he prefers small talk with the goalie over chasing the ball.  Those shiny cleats and fancy shin guards weren't cheap though so he may give soccer another shot in the fall. 

At this time last year we were planning for Kindergarten graduation.  He was just a baby, my little guy.  Now he's practically a second grader.  I should count my blessings that he hasn't been kicked out of school.  He earned a ticket to the principal's office the FIRST week of first grade.  I wasn't proud, but looking back he learned a lot from that little visit.  His principal made quite an impression.

I had hoped by seven he would be a better eater, but no such luck.  I remember the doctor telling us this was just a "phase" and he'll grow out of it.  That was at his two year old well child visit.  Unfortunately I think some of it is starting to catch up with him because he's still wearing the same size 7 pants from last year.  His feet have grown ... and not just a size or two.  Who knew fungus could grow so quickly on a stinky, wet, size 1 foot?

Logan's 6th year was filled with all kinds of illness.  I think every single virus he had this year was accompanied with a fever - which means his school nurse has me on speed dial these days.  I easily took six or seven sick days staying home with the poor kid, and that's not counting the sick days grandma and grandpa took to stay with him.  It seems fitting that he's ending this year with one last fever.  We actually had a three week run of health in our family - it was about time for someone to come down sick.  The worst part is he has to be fever free for 24 hours before returning to school ... so no birthday treats or extra birthday recess tomorrow.  I also postponed his overnight.

Despite the trials, tribulations, and tinea pedis, I am tremendously proud of my not so little guy.  I love him more than words can express.  I can't imagine what this next year will bring, but I am sure of one thing;  there's never a lack of excitement! 

* And in case you're wondering, yes, he will get a pass on the Signing Time Happy Birthday wake up call.  I'll save it for a fever-free day.