House of Hays: Happy Birthday, Wesley

Birthday pumpkin roll - doesn't everyone
have pumpkin roll
for their birthday?

Oh my...my baby is growing up. Wesley turned nine years old yesterday. My cute little boy is now a cute big kid. He's always had the mischievous smile and the twinkle in his eye. People have always asked me, "Is he always smiling?" And my answer is always, "Yes, unless his brother is tormenting him!" He's always been a smiley, happy, cuddly kid. A hug and a kiss from him melts away the troubles and frustrations of the day.
He is the epitome of silliness. I don't think he can manage to go through a day without trying to make one of us laugh at least 5 times.
He's a doodler. Almost any paper he finds is covered in doodles of fantastical creatures with angry eyebrows, sharp teeth, and huge claws. In first grade he made me a nice Easter craft with a mama chicken and her chicks. He had carefully colored them, cut them out, and glued them in a line, dutifully following their mother. They were a vision of spring, those baby chicks with ninja masks. Only Wesley would think to give Easter chicks ninja masks. Rich and I regularly laugh over his creative doodles and artwork.
Happy birthday to my dear boy on his ninth! I love you, Wesley!