Lou-dog,
You're nine years old bud and we partied it up multiple times to celebrate your life. Dad was out of town on a business trip for your actual birthday so you guys went and had a special father/son date to make up for it. He took you gaming at Play Live Nation for about four hours and then shopping at the GAP, you also helped him pick out some Christmas presents for me along the way (great taste! :). You're still your daddy's little buddy, always joining him on late night adventures and being night owls together.
On the morning of your birthday you wanted waffles for breakfast so I went all out and threw some in the toaster and then in the evening your siblings and I had a little party for you at home. You were over-the-top thrilled with your simple presents and were entrenched in your new DS games until bedtime (pretty boring dude, but I'm happy you liked them). For your party with friends you wanted to see the movie Trolls. Since you started attending a new school this year, most of the invitees were pals from TVCS. I LOVED YOUR LITTLE REUNION! You were perma-smile. Your new friends, Kyle and Hunter, got along well with the old gang, Beck, Paisley, and Kendall. Since I don't own a bus and Dad was out of town, Buckabu and Papa helped me take 12 kids total (including your siblings) to the movie. It was a hit and I loved seeing you so happy. You had really been missing your best friends. There's something about being reunited with the people who get you and really know you, and I loved observing you feel so complete.
Lou, you are a treasure. When I went to your parent teacher conference this year your teacher flat out told me you're perfect. And not just once. I think five times... which was enough to make me feel uncomfortable and a little sympathetic to all those other students who may not be getting such a great review. She told me everyone wants to be your friend and feels special when they get to sit at your table. Please be gentle with this gift. I know thus far you are. You are kind, and compassionate and aware of those in need. Continue to be so. You have the power to change lives my friend.
You are chatty. I think you got the gift of gab from your Grandpa Patton, but it's the best kind of gab. Just like him you're not a surface guy. You're a let's get deep and talk about real stuff, real feelings, 100%- care- about- you- conversation- guy. It's fun, unless it's bedtime, and then it takes everything in my power to get you off to sleep.
You have your own room but you like to sleep in bed with Little C at night. I love that you guys are buddies and make each other feel safe. You have a special relationship with each one of your siblings. Everyday before school you watch over Moo, making sure he gets to Kindergarten safely. Your lunch coincides with the time I pick him up from class. You're usually keeping an eye on the front door so you can run and give me a hug real quick. I love those moments.
You're an entertainer and when you attended TVCS you decided to dress up as Donald Trump and lip sync Rihanna's song, "work, work, work" for the school talent show. Oh my gosh.... So funny! You did an impressive imitation. You were adorned in Little C's suit jacket and had orange make-up smothering your face. I still laugh thinking about it.
Something else I can't stop laughing about happened just last week. We've been really sick around here, which is not the norm. Last Thursday Dad took the morning off to help out at home because I was feeling horrible. He started out the day by cleaning up Sweetrotten. She had thrown up in bed and had a serious diarrhea-leaking diaper. Before you younger boys left for school I reminded you that you were having hot lunch. You asked, "So what should I do with the lunch Dad made me in my backpack?" Dad said, "I didn't make you a lunch." You replied, "Yes, you did. You handed me a sack and told me to put it in my backpack." Dad said, "No, I handed you a sack and asked you to throw it in the garbage because it was filled with vomit and poop."
OH my gosh! We died. We could hear your sensitive gag reflex going to work as you took your "lunch" outside to the receptacle. I keep picturing what could have been had we not discovered the mistake. I keep saying to you, "Hey Lou, remember that one time you took a poopy diaper and vomit to lunch? That was hilarious." And you roll your eyes, gag a bit, and tell me I'm not funny. But, I think I am. And it's so disgusting that I can't help but bring it up.
And on that uncomfortable note I just want to say -
I love, love, love, you!
You are a gift from Heavenly Father. Remember you are His son and always strive to be good. You're pretty close to perfect (hey, we both know you aren't killer at brushing your teeth) but remember to forgive yourself when you fall short. I love your guts!
Love,
Mom
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| Opened up his new coat before school. |
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| Waffle breakfast. |
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| Birthday party at home. |
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| DS presents. |
Friend B-Day Party.
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| I love this picture because it shows the little smile you had on your face all evening long. |
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| Eating cupcakes and opening presents. |
At the Movie:
