Yesterday (Sunday), we celebrated Wendell’s 15th birthday. Last week, I looked through all of his past birthday pictures. He was 4 weeks premature, 3 pounds 14 ounces, 16.5 inches. Now, he is 118 pounds and 5’4″.
Several years back, I started making cupcakes for his birthday, who wants a kid spitting all over a birthday cake? With Wendell, it is even worse because when he attempts to blow out the candles, his mouth can only be described as a snarl making a “shh, shh” sound, ergo, lots of spit.
This year however, due to breaking my foot (a future blog post), we went with a frozen custard cake. He looks less than thrilled.
Opening presents was a very solemn event. I’m not sure what he expects, but he never seems satisfied with what he receives; he barely looks at what he’s opened before moving to the next. I think the anticipation of opening presents creates such anxiety that when it is over, he doesn’t know what to do.
Happy Birthday Wendell!