Today is the Grammar Nazi’s birthday. Today he turns 21.
The Grammar Nazi made his appearance into the world following what must surely have been the world’s longest contraction. Not the longest labor, mind you, but contraction. It lasted seven hours. Seven long hours through which I pleaded for City Boy to take it back, telling him it was his turn to carry his %$#@ child.
The Grammar Nazi had a head the size of a third world country, I’m certain of it. It’s not the weight of the baby that counts here, for those of you who didn’t know. GN was 9lb 10 oz, while Darling was 10 lb 3 oz. Darling was a piece of cake compared to her brother, though, as his head was gigantic. At first I thought I’d given birth to a bobble head.
Of course, we didn’t know that his head was full of grammar at the time, and eventually his body caught up. I called him my Scooter Pie. He hung out at me with the barn, cleaning stalls with his little plastic wheel barrow and shovel. He played soccer, and if you ask him about it today he’ll recount that first ever game during which he scored four goals. He went to Hovander Homestead with me to feed the animals and convinced Miss Meggy Moo to climb onto a pig with him and go for a ride.
These days he attends college where they fill his head with more facts and figures than I understand. But it seems to make him happy. He did turn into a handsome little tyke, don’t you think?
Happy Birthday, Scooter Pie!
(You’ll always be my Scooter Pie…)
Wow, 21 years old. Happy Birthday! I hope he has a wonderful day!
I bet you’re sitting there thinking… ‘Where has the time gone?’
Happy Birthday Grammar Nazi. I hope you’ve gotten something really nice for your mother.
Happy Bday – 21!!! Fun fun fun. I hope he behaves himself.
Happy Birthday to the Birthday Boy!
(“Scooter Pie” – we moms just can’t let go…)
Good looking kid. Happy birthday.
What did you end up doing for his birthday?
COC
Wow! Nothing like watching your kids grow up… Mine aren’t anywhere near that old, but, darn it, it’s happening to fast!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
Happy Birthday, Grammar Nazi.
Is that orange thing symbolic of all the grammar spinning through your head? For the “record” (get it?), I’m on your side about grammar.
Scooter Pie, huh? That’s okay. My youngest daughter is “Tuki” and I’m the only person allowed to call her that. She’ll holler at you good if you call her that. She’s in her 30s now and still protects her name.
Ah…thanks for all the Happy Birthdays to the Grammar Nazi! We headed out early to a car show, followed up by seeing The Simpson’s (don’t do it, I beg of you, don’t see the movie!), then headed to dinner at Olive Garden. If a huge bucket of popcorn and dinner weren’t enough to make us waddle happily home, the Grammar Nazi decided we needed to stop at a local ice cream shop for double scoops of handmade ice cream. Well, it was his birthday, after all, so we couldn’t say no…right?
Happy Birthday!!! Gosh 21, I turned that just a few years back, think you did too Tracey. lol Hope you all enjoyed the day. Have a blessed day.
Laura
Happy Birthday GN!