Seven

Today my first baby boy is seven. It is hard to believe he was ever that baby in the pictures. Aidan is so much a boy now. Not just a boy, but his own person.

He is a boy who still loves Star Wars and legos and even more so, Star Wars legos. He spends hours building intricate creations from complicated instructions. He has moved on from the days of requiring his father's help to independently building space ships, helicopters and race cars.

Aidan's favorite food is pizza. He still loves his junk food, but has finally agreed to add new veggies into the mix. (His discovery of broccoli this year was a huge hit amongst all of us.) His favorite television show is Star Wars the Clone Wars and he has viewed the Star Wars movies more times than any of us would care to admit.

He loves to read. He spent most of the summer shoving chapter books into his backpack to read at the pool or a friends' house. He prefers books that have some mystery or history element to them, but will try anything and everything. He also loves books on his new favorite passion, Ancient Egypt. I think he has taken any and every Egypt book out of the library, delighting in the descriptions of the mummy tombs and archaeological digs. He has already made me promise to take him to King Tut's traveling exhibit in Toronto this winter.

He is still bossy. He likes to know the rules and let everyone around him also know the rules. He likes to be in charge and spends alot of his day ordering his younger brothers about the house.

He is, at seven, still a momma's boy and for that, I remain selfishly grateful. He loves to cuddle and hug, not only his parents, but his brothers too. He has a kind heart and loves to laugh. He is still my slow adjuster, and doesn't take well to change. He takes his time to get used to new things, new places and new people.

He is uniquely and wonderfully Aidan. Our sweet, now seven year old, boy.