My son, my baby, my child that made me a mother, has turned 10. A whole decade old. Boy, that was a hard birthday for me, but a great day for him. We had dinner with my parents at Crackerbarrel which we almost never do, opened presents, and had cake.
We also had a family brunch birthday party for Jamie on Saturday which was really nice. The big kids played Wii and their DS's, the little kids played with all of Katie's toys and everyone got along - it was a super awesome day even if it did snow!
I think that when a parents has very young children, it isn't as hard emotionally for birthdays. They are looking forward to their baby walking, talking, running, playing, that they don't see how very different it is having a "real big kid." It is even more so poignant when I have such a young daughter and such an older son - it makes the differences even more stark between the two of them. Seven years is a very big difference, so we are dealing with essay projects and peer pressure with one, and potty training with the other. Not that it is bad, but very different.
It was warm last week - in the upper 50's and mid 60's for the most of the week. Jamie was so excited to be able to shed his winter coat and be free! Unfortunately it snowed on Saturday, the first day of spring. Honestly, living in Wisconsin, we kind of expect crazy weather like that, but the shock from going from 65 degrees to 36 was a bit much.
Happy Birthday Jamie! We love you!