(You’ll see links to other DS2 birthday posts below.)
September 30th AGAIN? Already?
Yet again, I’m stunned to think that it was that long ago that my sweet boy appeared on this planet.
He is swiftly turning into a young man; a teenager in truth and fact. Beyond the awkward puppy stage he is not only sprouting up again, but filling out. He’s carrying some pretty strong viking genes, this one. I’ve predicted in the past that he will be the big Swede type, with a full beard and hairy chest (back, legs and arms….) and it looks like I could be right. His voice has dropped fully now and he is becoming more self-possessed and assured every day.
While he is comfortable enough to show his rough boy-man side (crude humor sometimes, teasing and not a few farts and belches for public amusment) he still has a tender side. The side that gets a little grumpy when he’s tired or a little disappointed when his best efforts don’t provide success. The side where he actually doesn’t want to be comforted – he’s been like that since a baby. Any boo-boo was only made worse (and crabbier) if I coo-ed over him or tried to kiss it to make it better.
He is sharp mentally and able to judge quickly and accurately the merit of various ideas, movies, music and entertainments. And not shy about sharing his opinions – at least to me. So far, this is still endearing to me because so far, he still judges me favorably.
Happy, happy birthday, my boy! Here’s to another wonderful trip around the sun filled with all the wonderful things life can offer you. I’m so glad you’re my boy!
You can tell it’s him – he’s got the same haircut as the first photo!