ty. my seven year old.

seven long years ago this sweet boy came into this world screaming.

we both were.

he was face up and it was so incredibly painful 

(isn't that always the way?)

and he had this strange "lady" cry that nurses thought sounded like another woman in labor.

yes, on may 12, 2005 i delivered my second born son.

but this year on may12th i helped wiggle teeth.

his first one to be loose! 

(late bloomer)

and i helped staple little notes and smarties to packs of scooby snacks for 35 children.

...and by helped i mean pretty much did it myself.

i amazed myself 

(and ty too, i guess)

 by making these little ninjago cupcakes for ty's dojo "ninja night" that just happened to fall on his birthday eve.

i let him pick what he wanted to do on his birthday and went along when he chose the pool.

i made buttermilk strawberry waffles with fresh cream and sausage on the side for his dinner choice.

and i cheered for him as he got his grandpa to try out the water bombs that he gave him for his birthday.

his grandpa had no mercy.

he didn't with me either, if i remember correctly.

i have visions of him cramming snow in my snow suit when i tried to throw a snow ball at him as a kid.

that crazy fella...

but man, ty was in little 7 year old boy heaven!

and then, since he was sorta wound up during dinner and could barely finish his special meal that he'd picked, he was hungry at 10pm...and so were the others.

so even though a huge "mommyish" part of me wanted to say 

"no guys, stay in bed.  its late and we've had a long day"

 the birthday voice told me different.

so, with all the lights off, and just a flashlight to guide us, we snuck downstairs for cinnamon toast and chocolate milk in the dark.

and it sure beat pushing that kid out seven years ago.