Noah was born the day after Thanksgiving.
Which was great on the day of his birth because all of my family was in town for Thanksgiving. Paul's family was already there of course, which meant that everyone got to be there to meet him and hold him the night he was born.
The first grandkid on both sides.
I love remembering that day, when our first child was born : )
Of course, since then, having a Thanksgiving birthday isn't necessarily ideal, but we make it work.
This year, instead of a birthday party Noah took his family and a friend to The Mall of America to ride the rides all day. He's tall enough to do every single one, and he does'em all. The scream-your-guts-out-think-you're-going-to-die ones and the ones Paul and I can't handle anymore because we are old and they make us sick. He loves it.
And he had a blast, we all did, on black friday at Mall of America.
His actual birthday fell on Sunday this year.
We celebrated with presents, the Happy Birthday song, candles and cake and ice cream, phone calls from the grandparents, and watching the movie we made of the day of his birth
(which, fyi, does NOT include the actual birth).
Noah looooooved it all.
Honestly he was so super sweet and happy all day.
Like when I got out the camera and started snapping he looked up and smiled happily at me??!!
Kinda weird that our oldest is
7 YEARS OLD
Love you Noah boy.