Rusty was counting down the days to his birthday for a month. Maybe even all the way since Christmas. Every morning I was asked, “How many days until my birthday, Momma?” I should have given him some sort of visual that he could count on his own … NOW I think of that!
Usually my boys don’t get excited about clothes, but the first gift Rusty opened included a dinosaur shirt … he was so pumped up on adrenaline, that he even seemed to be excited about the new church clothes he got!
The presents got a bit more exciting …
He had asked for a Star Wars Lego Ewoks set. He would show me the exact one he wanted and so I got him that exact one. Rusty was tickled pink and immediately started building!
I think Rusty’s favorite part of Legos is that they come with an instruction manual!
His birthday was a Sunday and after church we did his birthday dinner … Velveeta Shells and Cheese with brownies for dessert.
Everything about his birthday excited him. This was his choice for dinner. This was his choice for dessert. This was a day all for him!
He might have wished that he could have a birthday every day!
After dinner we opened some more gifts from his aunts and from Grandmama.
He’s just grown up so much!
He is my goofy boy. The one who will focus on a little task and spend more time studying the instructions than actually building the thing. He likes to help (when he wants to). He likes to see what I’m doing, especially if I’m creating something. He’s content playing or reading by himself, but also loves to play with his brothers and friends. He’s smart and is starting to learn to read. He is great with counting and numbers. Rusty has a grin that you just can’t resist!
Rusty weighed in at 40 pounds (45th percentile) and 42 inches tall (30% percentile) at his well check. This was a big check for him because it was his pre-kindergarten check-up. He did an eye exam, a urine test (which he thought was TOO cool), a finger prick, and had to have a few shots. He was brave through all of it. He was so proud of his band-aids from his shots, that he wouldn’t let us take them off for almost a week! Our pediatrician pronounced him a healthy boy!
For my own sake, here’s a glance back at my Rusty …
