Yesterday Isaiah turned Eight! We began the day as we have always done with the older kids, everyone all piled up and squished onto our bed first thing in the morning so the birthday child can open their presents. Matt hand decorated the wrapping paper and I actually did manage to get a little something knitted for him (a hat and cowl, squishy-love style, for his bunny) but all presents were opened so quickly and with such enthusiasm that I didn’t even worry about going to get my camera. We then shared a coffee, Isaiah and I, his warm frothed milk and with sprinkles and a birthday treat of a splash of caramel (and also, his new mug for just such a purpose!).
Turning eight, to me at least, seems like a huge jump in terms of being no longer a small child, but being a rather more grown up child. Certainly the last couple of months have seen Isaiah looking less like a “little” kid, especially since his front teeth have finally started growing in! Kind of funny to look at him and see those teeth, when he has been missing one of them since he was only three (bath tub accident) and his “gap” was so much a part of who he was for such a long time. Not only the teeth though, but the slimming down of chubby cheeks and limbs, even if he is staying short like his mama. Sorry ‘Zai, you’re destined to be a shorty and it’s all my fault.
When he was a toddler I used to love when he would actually look at me when I took a photograph. He was sooo cheeky and mischevious as a toddler, never staying still, but when I caught the rare moment of eye contact... ahhhh. His eyes were (and are) like mirrors. Now whenever I am taking photos of the girls he always comes and asks if I’d like to take a photo of him too. He knows the way to this mama’s heart!
We spent his birthday as a family, just doing stuff around home after a quick trip into town for the last part of his birthday present, the kids playing together happily outside, then all of us playing a board game inside. Isaiah loves board games, and we got him a new one as his main birthday present. In the early evening we all gathered around the table to light the birthday ring.
He felt he was far too grown up for a birthday crown, and while he suggested I knit him a “birthday ninja mask” instead, in the end we just did without. So.. eight years old. Eight crazy and wonderful years with this gorgeous boy. And here’s praying for many more, too.