Happy 9th Birthday Mr. J

Mr. J then and now

As I sit here typing this, I can hardly believe that Mr. J is 9 years old.  It seems like just yesterday I was told I needed to be induced, and welcomed my little boy into my arms.  My little Independence Day baby (even though we are Canadian). The first 2 weeks of his life had a whole whirlwind of emotions with them as he spent that time in the NICU. A whole lot has happened in his 9 years of life, and I am so thankful that I get to be this little boys mother.

We celebrated yesterday with his friends at a local trampoline park, they had a great time jumping, flipping, and playing dodge ball!

He requested a skateboard cake for his party, so after some major pinterest surfing, he found a few ideas to put together to make a cake

To continue the tradition I started on his first birthday, I woke up at 3:16am (the time he was born) to give him a kiss and quietly wish him a happy birthday. I will continue this tradition until he moves out on his own.