Yesterday Matthew turned *gasp* 6 years old. Can you imagine my son is 6 years old. The tiny little thing we brought home is 6 years old. He is getting big on us that is for sure. He rides bike with no training wheels. He is writing his own name. He is getting ready for kindergarten in the fall.
He is in love with lizards and asks to go to the lizard farm almost daily. Which by the way is Grandpa Alexander's place. Yea he wants to go out catching more of the lizards we chased there. Though they only caught one. He loves bugs and crickets and you know anything that would make a Mom squirm. Like he loves when papa catches a mouse so he can have a pet. Thanks papa love you to!
He likes building things. He chalks my driveway uo and down. He also has figured out if you get it wet you can make a bigger mess. Or if you color over and over in the same spot you can get a lot of dust and the pick thatup and rub it all over yourself. He can beat me at games. Without even trying any more.
He has had a year of hospital stays. Has had his tonsils out and really just had a rough winter. but you know what? You would never know it. He is a kid that does not let anything hold him back. Happy birthday my son. Mommy loves you!
