Top 10 Thursday

That's right. Taking a break from my chaotic week to bring you TOP TEN THURSDAY. Birthday Edition.

It is Elijah's 7th, yes 7th, 7th, 7th, birthday. I am the mother of a seven year old. Seven. Seven.

not in denial, not in denial

Here are my TOP TEN SEVEN MEMORIES of his past seven years:

7. The time he ate his own poo. It was a bad time for him, even worse for me. A young 15 months, he decided to give it a try. Luckily, as the nurse line informed me, eating your own poo is not toxic.

6. How he was obsessed with Thomas the Tank Engine and all things train until he was 3 1/2. When I say obsessed, I mean OBSESSED. Think Twilight fans. He only played with trains, talked about trains, watched train shows, and did train things. If it was not trains, he did not care.

He is currently the same about NASA. Apparently he has an obsessive personality.

5. The time, at 2 1/2, he pulled the fire alarm at a sporting goods store. Him and I were waiting for Corey to pull the car up (hey, it was February and COLD!) The store had put a bench right under the fire alarm. Elijah stood on the bench and pulled it. Yes, the store lights went dim and started blinking. Yes, the fire trucks came. Yes, the police made me fill out a report on the incident.

Son's name ma'am: Elijah

Age: 2

Did he do this intentionally? Um, he is 2 YEARS OLD. Really? Really??

(Oh, and did I mention that my hubby sat in the car the whole time and would not come in?)

4. Memories of him and his Uncle Brian. Brian loved his nephews and spoiled them rotten. He would have snacks in his truck just for Elijah, so whenever he saw Elijah, he'd have a treat for him. He let Elijah push him around in his wheelchair and crash him into things, or do whatever he wanted. Bri loved spoiling him.

3. Snuggling with daddy.

Core is a snuggler.

Elijah is a snuggler.

They love to snuggle together. (Yep, check those sentences. I just taught a lesson on combining predicates too.)

Corey snuggled Elijah to sleep until he was 3 years old. Every single night, they would sit in the recliner together and he would rock Elijah to sleep. I think Core about cried when Elijah got to old for that.

2. The first time I held him. Actually,

I don't remember it too well, I believe I was in shock. I will never forget the moment I first realized I was a mommy, and that I was responsible for this amazing little man. Guilt, worry and terror soon followed.

1. All the memories to come. He is an amazing, silly, analytical, goofy little seven year old. I cannot wait for all the memories to come.

I love you Elijah!

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LZ @ My Messy Paradise

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