Monday, November 27, 2006

Happy Birthday Monte

Today my oldest baby turned nine. This birthday really hit me hard. Nine. Wow! That is half way to 18! Does that mean that my time with him is half over? Were these the good years? Will he dislike me and his father and hide away in his room as a teenager? The first 9 years went by so quickly I can't even imagine how fast the next 9 will go.

Monte is my first born. The one I had all to myself for 3 years. My laid back one. My thoughtful one. My caring one. The responsible one. My helpful one. The child that will do right even when no one is watching.

He is also silly, as I am believing all boys to be. He loves to be outside, to run, to ride his bike, to play baseball. He is also ornery and likes to tease his younger brother.

He is now old enough to go hunting with his dad. He shot his first deer a couple weeks ago. A 7 point buck. I've never seen him so proud of himself. I cried I was so happy for him.

He also likes to listen to music and is old enough to ask for an ipod for Christmas. He loves to build legos, his hobby as he puts it, and doesn't like to play video games. He has also found the love of reading a good book, and watching a NASCAR race.

He is also my picky eater. He even gets upset that he doesn't like things that we all like. As is our tradition on birthdays he gets to pick what we are going to eat for dinner. He picked hamburgers from our favorite place. And I will tell you that one year we ate McDonald's.

He was my first baby, and I'll never forget that feeling of holding him in my arms for the first time. Or the first time I nursed him. After many hours of trying he finally gave in. I gave him no other choice but to nurse or to go hungry. And once he did, there was no turning back.

I should also mention that he was born on his due date. Thanksgiving. At 2:30 when everyone else was eating dinner. My little butterball! And 20 minutes after he was born the hospital brought me Thanksgiving dinner. No, I'm not joking. As if I could eat.

I could go on and on. But I would just like to add that Monte is sweet, and kind, and generous. And I am SO proud of him, and the young man he is growing up to be.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Monte! What a beautiful post! I can only imagine where we'll be- and who my boy will be in 9 years!

10:43 PM  
Blogger janice said...


What a wonderful tribute to your precious son! I loved learning all about him. He sounds like a GEM!

Best butterball ever that is for sure! LOL

I can't imagine Jackson turning 9 - but he will be five soon!!! SO I guess it is coming!

12:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Such a beautiful tribute to your baby boy ; ) - may you always have those memories forever. And I've always been ravenous and ready to eat after each baby! Ha!

7:40 AM  
Blogger Jamie said...

So sweet, Robin!

Hope Monte has a nice birthday, even if it means McDonald's! :)

8:07 AM  
Blogger Sheryl said...

Happy Birthday Monte! Every child should be celebrated as you do yours! Someday, he will look back at your posts and feel sooooo loved!

10:44 AM  
Blogger Amber said...

Gawsh--9! That is about the age when all the neighborhood boys became, well, boys. Real boys. I'm hoping my little guy just skips the ages 10-13. Then again, it could be worse: it could be a hormonal teenager daughter. OH wait. I'll have one of those, too! :)

6:14 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a beautiful post. I can't even imagine 7 more years...and then I think 7 more isn't that many!!!

11:04 PM  

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