sunday snapshot {michael}

He turned 10 yesterday. Ten years since that bouncy, blonde boy was placed in my arms.

My only blonde baby.

My only boy who can still pull off wearing red.

His various-shades-of red-headed-brothers just can't manage it quite as well.

Maybe that's why he's all about the Chic@go Bulls.

And M.J.
His friends mostly call him M.J.

And so do his teachers, sometimes.

Or at least they recognize whose paper was turned in with M.J. written on the name line.

Granted, he does have "moves" like M.J. And has been known to score 25-30 points a game.

This boy of mine knows what he loves.

He becomes quite passionate about these things.

Or maybe obsessed :)

He's all about coin collecting, dinosaurs, pot stickers, grilled cheese sandwiches, back scratches and basketball.

He's a stubborn fella.

Plain 'ol bull-headed, sometimes.

His dad says it's because we named him Michael Patrick after his Irish grandfather.

Maybe so...

But underneath all that. He's a softy through and through. And so easy to please.

For his birthday, he itemized a wish list for us with prices and all.

1. a presidential dollar--$1.00
2. a new t-shirt--$5.00
3. a ten dollar bill--$10.00
4. a bag of Swedish fish--$1.00

grand total--$17.00

He's been counting the days til his birthday for well over a month. You know, it's not everyday you get a bag of Swedish fish. We pulled off a few surprises. After all, he was the baby in the family for eight years.