Brigham turned 11 today. I actually think he looked a little bit taller, too.
I didn't do so much in the way of festivities. No streamers or balloons or surprises. And honestly, I felt a little bad about that. Not that we didn't have fun. We did. We played at ijump, which is a "trampoline park." It's a warehouse full of trampolines and it was super-fun for big kids (dads) and little kids. I, however, wrestled a baby the entire time. For some reason, I couldn't convince our one-year-old that he'd get eaten alive out there. Go figure. Thankfully, my sister-in-law was there to hang out with me. We tend to make our own fun.
I guess some years are like this--simpler. And Brigham made me feel okay about that. He was happy, which really is all that matters anyway.
I love this kid. He's giving me a run for my money lately asserting his independence, and I'm trying to figure out how to LET him have his independence. I don't think I'm doing so well, but I'm learning and making slow upward progress, which is good enough for me.
Thankfully, I see Brigham wanting to do what's right. But friends are becoming more and more important and I hope he finds great kids to bum around with, kids who'll look out for each other and steer each other in the right direction. What a difference good friends can make! I say that from personal experience. Good friends saved me from doing so many stupid things. I cherish them for it and hope the same for my own kids.
I couldn't have asked for a better first-born kid. He's setting the tone for the rest of the bunch and he's doing a great job. We love him. We ask a lot of him. And we're proud of him. I can't wait to see who he becomes. It's pretty exciting.