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Jun
12
Nolan is twelve years old today. Impossible, but true.
When Nolan was probably 6 months old, my husband told me that there was a scary moment right after he was born. I had a c-section, and for some reason right after he was born, I passed out. At the same time, he was blue and not breathing. My husband was surrounded by bustling nurses snapping orders, some taking care of me and some taking care of Nolan. He didn’t know who to go to, because at that moment he was scared that he was going to lose both of us. It passed quickly, I woke up and Nolan started breathing. I didn’t even know about for months because he was too shaken by it to tell me.
Nolan was born with two thumbs on his left hand. He had the extra one removed when he turned one. They put a big cast on him, which we thought was ridiculous but they said it was because they didn’t want him to get out of it. We laughed at the idea that he could somehow get out of a cast, until the morning after his surgery. My husband went in to check on him, and came back to bed and didn’t say a word. I asked how the baby was, he said he’s lying in his crib and the cast is completely off. The little stinker. We took him back to the doctor and they made the cast even bigger. We actually thought it might slow him down, but we were wrong.
He was always a happy little guy. As long as he was at home, with his family. For about the first eight months of his life, he hated leaving home and let me know loud and clear that he hated it.
Look at the pure joy on that kids face. He got his first big boy bike from grandpa. Those training wheels didn’t stay on very long. I came home from running errands once and he was covered from head to toe in cuts and scrapes from a bike crash. Mike’s shirt was bloody from carrying him home from the crash site. I had a tiny huge panic attack when I saw them, but Nolan was already asking to get back on his bike. Somehow we’ve managed to get to twelve with no broken bones!
His favorite thing has always been sports. He’s played baseball, basketball, karate, soccer and swimming. He tried ice skating, ice hockey and skateboarding, all when he was five years old. It was so cute to see him all decked out in about fifty pounds of knee pads, elbow pads and a huge helmet, at the skate park with the teenagers. So far, baseball is the all time favorite, but he’s been asking to try golf, so we’ll see.
This child is so much like his dad, it’s spooky sometimes. Their mannerisms, their words, their likes and dislikes. People that barely know Nolan will comment that he’s a clone of his father. I have to remind myself sometimes that he’s still a little guy, even as he’s reminding me to wash his baseball uniform or telling me how to fix the ice maker.
He will deny it, but he’s a pretty sweet kid. He’s been a joy and a huge blessing for the past twelve years. Which went by way too fast for me. Happy Birthday love.
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Jun
6
My son is turning 12 next week – I know, I can’t believe it either. He celebrated today with a paintball party and some good friends. And left with more than a few hard earned welts and bruises. Good fun.
First, the sleepy boy with his cookie cake. My kids aren’t big cake eaters so they get cookie cakes, and this is the best looking one we’ve ever gotten.
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Getting ready to rumble.
I don’t know, can I call him my little toughie even though he’ s almost 12? We won’t tell him.
Even though he wore two layers of clothes he came home with bruises battle wounds which he is very proud of. I was safe behind a huge mesh tarp, in charge of protecting the cake and drinks. I always get the most important jobs.
His actual birthday is next week, and on that day we will discuss how it is impossible that my baby is 12.
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Jun
3
Okayyy. Computers do not like me. We can officially establish that right now. I had to get a new computer last January, so five short months ago. Monday, that almost brand new computer did not work. After much crying and moaning and pulling out my hair, I took it to a highly recommended computer repair shop (no more Geek Squad for me, I did at least learn that lesson).
It’s never good when the very smart computer guy calls and starts the conversation with “I have some bad news”. The bad news was that my hard drive was toast. Gone. Dead. I am very lucky that I had pretty much everything backed up, thanks to the last time my computer died. But because I use this computer to work I couldn’t take the time to ship it off, which is what I would have to do to comply with the warranty. So, good-bye hard drive and good-bye hard earned cash necessary to replace it quickly. I will miss you, especially the money.
Seriously, why do computers hate me? What have I done to them?
On the other hand, two days without a working computer is really good for the soul.
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