Happy Birthday Satchel!

Now that Satchel is in the Elementary, he is supposed to make a timeline of his life on his birthday. After school today we sorted through some of the thousands of photos I have taken of him and picked out one from each year of his life. Here are his selections:

My favorite, taken three days after he was born. (We had to lay him in the sunlight to get rid of a mild case of jaundice. Look at his hairy shoulders!)


By the time he was one, he would often stand at the door and say, "Outside!" (Look at that hair! Warren wouldn't let me cut it until he was one and a half.)


When he was two years and eight days old, Jiro came bounding into his life. (Now I wish he would have bounded in a few days earlier so that he wouldn't be so tormented by the fact that Satchel gets to have his birthday first!)


When he was three, Spider-Man came to his birthday party. (And then came back later to read him a story and tuck him in. It wasn't until he saw Spider-Man's hairy toes that he realized it was Warren.)


At age four his favorite activity was catching frogs in the front yard. ("Mom, they're toads!" I can hear him correcting me now.)


When he turned five, he had his very first sleepover (with more than one person), followed by a hike in the Old Forest. This is still his birthday activity of choice.


Last year, shortly after Satchel's sixth birthday, Warren convinced us all to dress up like Zombies and walk down Beale Street. (He's heartbroken that we won't be doing it again this year. Warren, not Satchel, that is.)



An almost seven-year-old Satchel and his best little buddy, Jiro, in front of the flowers they planted in the winter.