A Birthday Son

Thirty-seven years ago today, my eldest son was placed into my arms and it was love at first sight. We grew up together through his childhood and somehow we survived the teen years ;).
Football, baseball, swim meets and band occupied our years. The years flew by and now he is a husband and father.
To My Son-You are loved because of the little boy you were, the man you've become and the son you will always be.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SON! We Love You.









My son and his daughter last year

P.S. I know you appreciated my attempt to sing the Happy Birthday song early this morning. Hope it stays with you all day ;).

It's a Parasite

Our youngest son is a talented artist. He is a graduate of MICA, founded in 1826—the oldest continuously degree-granting college of art in the nation. It seems only yesterday that his artwork was selected for local art exhibits. His work was chosen for many years beginning when he was 7 yrs old. We were and are very proud of his many accomplishments.

He designed some artwork and decided to publish it on a line of clothing and other merchandise. He recently visited here and we had the pleasure to watch as he created the artwork. While browsing in the store take note of the Bomber shirt and you'll see our son :).

The store is an online shop. So go ahead and browse by clicking on the shop link or the store front on the upper right of this blog.

Happy Birthday!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!

Today, October 13, is our eldest son's birthday. He turns 36 yrs old today.

I baked Gobs over the weekend hoping we would have the opportunity to meet up with him, his wife and daughter last weekend when we transported the college kid. Unfortunately there's just not enough time in a day. (sigh)

He became the proud father of a beautiful baby girl 2 months ago.

Like most of you, I'm hesitant to post pics of little ones due to safety concerns unless the parents give consent.

This plate was his favorite when he was a child. It's showing wear but it's a keepsake in my cedar chest along with handmade cards, school papers and a few other mementos. Plenty for this mom to reminisce on this memorable day.

Happy Birthday Son, I hope it's a good one.

Mr. Smarty Pants

There's one in every family. Mr. or Ms. Smarty Pants. For reference you may read the comment left in the former post from my son aka Mr. Smarty Pants. He posted under his lovely wife's name, Becca. Of course knowing my dear DIL, she probably had something in on it. LOL.
He has visions not of sugar plums but a hat. As he called it, a simple 1970's style hat. In yellow and black. His comment referred to my inability as a knitter mom to fulfill his wish/vision of such a hat. Keep in mind he requested this hat a week ago. Yes, a week ago. Right smack before Christmas. As knitters know it is not wise for a non-knitter to request a knitted anything right before Christmas.
So I'm calling all knitters to bear arms with pointy sticks and unite! LOL The following is a post to the son:)


Dear First Born Son,
Keep in mind you did recieve a lovely hand knitted aran sweater a few Christmas's ago. A hand knitted hat last Christmas and other knitted items over the years. While you are dreaming of another hand knitted hat, your knitting mother is busy. (and no this is not procrastination as you so commonly call it:).
Please look at the unfinished project (commonly known in knitter's lingo as a UFO) of your sister's sweater to be finished 12/24/2008. Does it look as if she can wear this as is? tsk, tsk, son.


Then of course there is this hat. Another UFO to be finished 12/20/2008 and shipped along with 2 little girl scarves that haven't even made it to the needles yet.







And these gloves. Yet another UFO. To be finished when I see this person. Whenever that may be:).
Not pictured are the numerous pairs of socks to be finished that won't make in Christmas stockings this year including your knitting mother's Christmas socks. Now you will have to look at your mother on Christmas morning in dumb dull socks. Nothing bright or fancy just plain ole' socks.

Let's not forget my visions of knitted gnomes adorning shelves in the house. So far only the body of one is finished. No legs, no arms, just the body. Are you feeling sorry for your mother yet?:) Do you feel sorry for the unfinished knitted gnome?

The elves went on strike around here. As soon as I find the little creatures they're in trouble. Big trouble! How dare they leave me in the midst of all this Christmas mess:)

Do you have any idea how much I detest making pom-poms? Perhaps you could see fit to get your dear knitting mother (who doesn't have nice Christmas socks to wear on Christmas morning) a cheap pom-pom maker:).
So there you have it, son. Logical and reasonable reasons to your knitting request one week before Christmas.


Love,
your knitting mom (who won't have nice, bright, fancy Christmas socks to wear on Christmas morning)

Thirty Five Moons Ago

On this day, October 13, 1973, a young girl gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

Son, this is a tribute to you on your special day.








You were such a beautiful baby that I must admit your grandmother and I would try little girl bonnets on you. You would have nothing to do with hats and quickly pulled them off.

You were awake most nights during your baby life (you still don't sleep much) which left us napping during the day. Little did I/doctors know that you were struggling with asthma/allergies at such a young age.





You learned to swim at the age of 3 1/2. You had no fear of the water and jumped in on the first day of swim practice and swam to the instructor. You were diving from the diving board at the age of 4 yrs. This love of the water resulted in you qualifying for the swim team at the age of 4 yrs. You enjoyed attending and winning at the swim meets. Remember getting up at 5 am to go to swim practice? Only to return that evening after school to swim at 6 pm? It never wore you out. You had more energy than 5 kids:).






Later, the years were filled with football, baseball and band practice. It was a busy time but you had fun. (the reason why the teachers still remember you after all these years...........LOL) Remember the day I received the phone call from your Vice Principal that you and your friend were caught during class time tying rubber bands around the school to see if you could qualify for the Guinness Book of Records?

You grew to become a responsible, mature man and for a while you filled your days with acting in a few movies and theater. We enjoyed watching you perform.




You met a beautiful young woman and you are now happily married. We adore and love your wife and we're happy to say we have gained a "daughter."

Dad and I are very proud of all that you have accomplished and will continue to accomplish. We are glad that God chose us to be your parents and we love you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON!