When Phil and I met in Austria, his roommate was named Drew and on the first day after we were all introduced, I got mixed up and thought Phil's name was Drew. I love the name Drew. My cousin is named Drew, after my grandfather, Andrew, and since I was a kid I just thought it was such a nice name. Come to find out, Phil's name was not Drew (but I love the name Philip too!) yet his roommate became a close friend and we all called him "Drew Baby".
|Phil and I on the left...and Drew Baby all the way on the right. |
All dressed in our finest Austrian attire.
Once we were deciding on our second boy's name, we knew he would be an Andrew, and we decided we would call him Drew.
For some reason, Drew didn't stick like white on rice, and so he is just our much-loved "Andrew". Our handsome and chubby baby boy with "black hair and tan skin" (his words) who looked nothing like his older brother has turned into a big guy who still looks nothing like his older brother (or his younger brother and sister).
I mean really, I think God has a lot of fun when it comes to genetics:
|Andrew, you've always been the cool one without even trying.|
And today he turned 8!
Usually I am so shocked by how old my children are getting, but with Andrew, he always seems older than he is. Everything still comes easy to him - school, athletics, friends.
And he is still the philosopher in the house, always asking deep questions. Yesterday he said "I just feel like nobody is excited for my birthday" and I said "That's because it's not your birthday". He replied "Well, yeah, but it's the last day that I'm seven and nobody is reminding me". Oy! Good thing he is pouring all that drama into the school play next week!
|A young but mature altar server.|
He crawled into bed with Phil and I this morning (he is still so affectionate & cuddly) as we lavished birthday praises upon him. He is super stoked for his birthday, he's been counting down for a month!
We had Dunkin Donuts for breakfast (a chocolate glazed for the bday boy) and tonight we had pizza in lieu of the breakfast dinner originally requested.
Make your own sundaes followed (Maggie was my special helper):
And of course, the grandparents and the presents came:
|Showing the cool watch he got ("Ma look! It lights up, and it has a moving helicopter!!!")|
Wait, Andrew, how old are you?
Oh right, 8.
Well, that deserves an inappropriate-as-always baby kiss:
A Patriots shirt and football for our sports fanatic:
His first Ninjago. I don't know either. It's some type of lego with a ninja based theme.
He was so excited to get it, he literally fell down:
We love you so much
Drew Andrew, and we wish you a lifetime of happiness that equals the joy you felt today.