Monday, October 19, 2009

Mr. B, Birthday Boy


My beloved middle son turns 7 today. Actually, at 11:59 tonight. Last minute, always keeping us on our toes, full of humor and affection, Mr. B is everything you'd want for a second son. This year he's asking for a spark scooter, digital camera, spy gear and the movie Shark Boy and Lava Girl. He's having a Halloween themed party this Sunday with all of his buddies and his cake will be chocolate with a big number seven candle. My son is specific. He knows his own mind. And his stubbornness is just one thing I love about him.

1. He's adaptable--he'll play with older brother, younger brother, both brothers or alone. He gets along well with everybody. At school everyone knows his name and he greets them all--older kids, younger kids--the way he shouts out confident greetings ("Hey, Hunter! Hi Maya!"), you'd swear the kid was campaigning for public office. Mr. B has as much fun playing with sticks in the woods as with battle castles or with markers and paper--he doesn't need anyone to tell him what to do, he'll figure it out.

2. He's an athlete. Tall for his age, he has an easy grace and a desire to play it all--soccer, basketball, baseball, karate, flag football. He's a little too laid back on the field or court, but when given effective motivation (like video game time), he'll kick in his competitive side and ramp up his effort.


3. He's a charmer. Big blue eyes, a smile that takes up his entire face. He gives wonderful hugs and knows when to pour on the complements. Every night when I tuck him in, I'm guaranteed a big hug (or five) and a kiss (or three) and he tells me "I love you more." Awwww....

4. He's part fish. Seriously, Mr. B is growing gills. He loves to swim. He'll spend hours in the bathtub practicing holding his breath under water. He's fast as an eel whether swimming on his front or back and he dives like a champ. He's the first kid in the pool and the last kid out. And he discovered that he likes to fish as much as he enjoys acting like one. While on vacation this summer, Mr. B was the first to master baiting his own hook and he stood on the dock forever casting out his line again and again and again. I like to watch that solitary part of him--for as social as my son is, he's equally comfortable being alone, doing his own thing.


5. Mr. B has his very own sense of style. Black fingerless skull gloves. Hats. Layered t-shirts and sweatshirts. He's a boy who likes to accessorize and he brings his own flair to every outfit he puts on. He knows what he likes and he knows what he doesn't--and good luck changing his mind!

6. Driven--when Mr. B gets his eye on a goal, he'll work at it. He'll come home from karate class practicing front kicks for days afterward. He knuckled down to learn his letters and numbers, anxious to start 1st grade this year so he could learn how to read and do math. School comes easy to him, but when he wants to figure out a puzzle or a game, he wants to do it alone--without help. I admire his determination and his ability to self-start and work through to finish. Watching his effort is nearly as much fun as watching his pride when he's accomplished something.

7. Mr. B is imaginative. He sees dragons in the clouds, potential weapons in a pile of tinker toys. He moves from knights and castles to dinosaurs to Batman adventures, making up his own storylines along the way. He loves to play "and then what?" He asks questions, experiments, hypothesizes and dreams.

Mr. B, I couldn't be prouder of you, you're clever, cute, funny and kind. You were perfectly awesome as a six-year-old and I hate seeing you grow up, but then you surprise me and each new year brings it's own pleasures and excitements. Happy 7th Birthday, buddy.

19 comments:

  1. Mr. B is also the neighborhood socialite. If we want to know what the neighbors have been up to, just invite Mr. B in for a cookie and conversation. He knows all the news.

    He's also very Gallant. He couldn't be more charming to the female set, either age 30 or age 2. His ability to hit himself on the head and fall over causes giggles in every female who adores him! He is also an awesome wagon puller and swing pusher. His girlfriend is very appreciative.

    Happy Birthday Mr. B! Kitty sends 7 big kisses for your birthday! :)

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  2. That is a great kid! Hope he enjoys his Halloween Birthday Bash!

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  3. ...sounds like a real good apple!
    * : )

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  4. Happy happy happy happy happy happy happy birthday Mr. B!

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  5. Happy Birthday to both of you!

    He sounds like everything a 7 year old boy should be.

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  6. What a cutie - I love that first picture! Hope his day is wonderful.

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  7. Happy Birthday Mr. B! Good cake choice!

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  8. He's a cutie; happy birthday to him! BUT WHAT ABOUT SATURDAY?????

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  9. Happy Birthday!!!!! I hope your day is awesome and your party a total BLAST!!!!!

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  10. Happy Birthday Mr B!
    He sounds like an all-around totally cool kid.

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  11. Sounds like a very special young man.

    Happy Birthday Mr. B!

    (Oh, and GG - LOVE the new pic.)

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  12. Seven is such a special year - full of wonder and excitement but growing into a young man right before your eyes . . .

    Oh it goes so fast.

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  13. Print him a copy of this, and hand it to him in ten years, twenty years, etc. How cool to have all your bests listed like this.

    And I wish he could be buddies with my first grader.

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  14. i think there is nothing sweeter than a seven-year-old boy.

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  15. Happy Birthday, Mr. B!!! You are definitely a kid I would love have as a friend to my own boys!

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  16. I've loved seven with my youngest. So full of bounce and cheer. Enjoy it!

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  17. I love these birthday posts. They remind me of the Letters from Mom that my kids treasure. How awesome for your lovies to be able to read through these lists of "Yay, you!" as they get older and see themselves through your eyes.

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