Ezra’s birthday was great fun but not nearly as documented as I’d have liked it to be because (as it turns out) having 15+ children and their moms in my little house was a bit… um… chaotic? Gee… Who’da thunk it?
Here are the three photos I managed to snap of the most special event:
Ezra had a blast. (A very whiny “I-want-everything-right-now-don’t-touch-my-
toys-gimmie-my-presents-don’t-eat-my-cupcakes” kind of a blast.) It was so fun having all his friends over to celebrate, though, and the fact that there may or may not have been FIVE cupcakes leftover for me to
scarf dispose of was really just an added bonus.
Our most favoritest neighbors and dear friends brought over a gift for Ezra before the party on Wednesday, and that gift has hardly left the boy’s shoulders ever since:
IS THIS NOT THE COOLEST THING YOU’VE EVER SEEN? My neighbor and her mother designed it and made it, because they both knew that at the very moment a little boy turns three, knowledge of all things Super hero falls out of the sky and downloads into their brains by some miraculous, unknown force- causing them to run up and down hallways all day long screaming “I FLY! FWOOSH! I FLY! FWOOSH!”
Ezra loves the cape almost as much as I do.
My latest journal:
Created by buying a cheapy spiral bound notebook and taping some pages from my friend Jeremy’s old clothing catalog onto the front with clear packaging tape. I have a feeling this journal is going to hold many good things between its covers. New things.
I took Ezra to a new doctor (LOVE HIM) on Tuesday, and he was able to explain to me more of what Ezra’s chest wall deformity really is. (Have I ever talked about this here before? No? Well, his ribs have been silly shaped since birth.) It’s some form of Pectus- where his lower right ribs are sunken in due to a cartilage abnormality. It isn’t causing him any pain or shortness of breath at this point, so it is just one of those things they’ll keep their eye on as he grows. Doc said it would probably get worse before it gets better, but it’s not harmful. Just odd looking.
Also, Ezra only measured in the second percentile for height. 2%!! THAT’S REALLY SHORT. I was all, “Um, Doc? My husband and I be TALL glasses of water. How is this possible?” He asked me if I was always tall, or if I had a sudden growth-spurt later on in life. Then I remembered that I was always the shortest kid in my class (do you guys remember lining up for picture day by height?) until about 7th grade when suddenly my arms and legs got so long that I had to wrangle them in to fit through doorways. That’s right about the time my gymnastics career took a nosedive, too. I should’ve been a ballerina. Or a swimmer. Or a coat rack.
Chris said he was never tall as a kid, either, but that he grew very gradually over a very long period of time. He was still growing in college. People ask him all the time if he played basketball in high school, and he always says “No, I wasn’t really all that tall back then.” and as the people gaze upwards into his face you can almost see the wild look of disbelief in their eyes.
So, we have a short kid. With silly ribs. And a wicked sense of humor. Wearing a star spangled cape.
Absolutely perfect in every way.