He is seven tomorrow. Seven. SEVEN.
His request for his birthday – a night out at Dave and Buster’s…and so we went. He played one game the entire time. We tried to tell him there were plenty of other games, but when the kid has his mind made up, he has his mind made up.
Currently:
He is obsessed (and I do mean obsessed with sports) It is all he talks about. He’s in the first grade and made the second grade basketball team. He got special basketball shoes for the occasion from Daddy and I and brings them to practice in a bag, wears them only at practice, and then takes them off to put different shoes on to go home in. It cracks me up. It’s serious business…this second grade team. Brady took him out to eat one evening while I was in Minnesota. They went to a restaurant near our house that has an outdoor fountain. Brady gave Michael a quarter and said, “Make a wish.” Michael sat and pondered for quite some time and then gave the quarter back to Brady. Brady asked why he was giving him the quarter back to which Michael replied, “I was going to wish that I would be in the NBA someday, but I already KNOW I am so I don’t need the quarter.” …and nonchalantly walked away. He’s on a mission I tell you. When it’s not basketball, there’s constant begging to go outside and practice routes for football. Soccer and baseball have taken backseat.
He still love transformers. The latest and greatest for him is the new Kre-O transformer legos…although I’m not sure who likes them more…Michael or Daddy. He’s got a vivid imagination and will sit for hours and entertain himself with transformer battles.
He’s a chatterbox…and I do mean chatterbox. I swear he talks more than me and I’m not making that up. His newest thing when asking him to do something is, “Just one second…I have to tell you something….” followed by at least a 10 minute story. We have to constantly remind him that he can get dressed and talk at the same time. Multitasking is a new and slow concept around here, but we’re getting there. :)
His favorite foods are eggs and ketchup (try making that when you’re in your first trimester of pregnancy), bacon, Nutella and jelly sandwiches, broccoli, pomegranate, apples and peanut butter, and tacos. He’s not big into sweets and would rather have a juice pack or fruit….I’ll take that as long as it lasts.
He’s extremely animated and talks like an adult. It makes me laugh every time he’s serious about something. He uses the word “ridiculous” a lot. We were watching a football game the other day in which one of the players purposely stepped on another player with his cleats while getting up. Michael put his head in his hands and said, “See, now that behavior is just RIDICULOUS!” Funny boy.
We loved six. I know we’ll love seven. He’ll be a big brother at seven and I can’t wait to see the two of them together.
Every day we thank our lucky stars for you Mr. Michael.
xo
** Images taken in September. I realized I never posted them and love them so. Actions: my own **
