Happy Birthday, Avery!

My son, Avery Emmett, he's 32 today.

aka...Nonnynoony...Averoony...Mr. Macaroni...'Avery' means ruler of the elves....

I spent most of my pregnancy with Avery in Portland, Oregon...I loved living there, and rainy days don't seem to bother him at all, heh. He was the smallest at birth of my three children, weighing in at 8lbs 10oz, 21 inches long, he was covered in soft red fuzz, he was very pretty in an orangutan kind of way (what with all that red downy hair), but alas, the red down fell out and replaced with platinum blonde. He had blue eyes for the longest time but in keeping with his Mom....they turned green/hazel type, and his hair has gotten much darker. (he really was a beautiful baby)

Fun things to know about Avery....

He didn't start really talking until he was 3, he was far too busy with other activities...like getting his hands on one of those short fat screwdrivers and removing the screws from door hinges...oh yeah, that was fun, fortunately he couldn't get to those top screws.
When he did start talking he had his own language. My Mother was called Granny by the grandchildren...but not Avery, he called her Lala...one day I overheard Aardron and Avery playing in their room and they were talking about their Granny/Lala, Avery was probably 6 at the time, Aardron finally stopped, looked at him and asked him point blank "Why do you call Granny 'Lala'?" Avery looked at him for a few seconds and then said "Granny?", from then on there was no more 'Lala', seriously, my Mother shed a few tears.
Halloween and spooking? nope, Avery was going to go 'smooking'.

I raised all my children on tales of Faeries and Dragons and Elves, the old folk tales, legends, and myths......one night after putting them to bed Avery called me in, it was summer and the windows were open, he pointed outside where we could see a circle of mushrooms, he claimed the Faeries and Elves were having such a great time they were keeping him awake. He was quite serious.
He had the funniest and most contagious giggle and would get tickled about the oddest little things.

Avery is bright, incredibly loveable, he's a avid reader, enjoys cooking and gardening.
He really loves his handknit socks, would like to have a whole drawer-full (who wouldn't?) nearly to the point that he's considered learning how to knit them himself.......we'll see about that.
He loves his Mama and Granny and would do anything for us.
He is a gentleman, (in a somewhat big, burly way).

Avery just recently moved to Virginia Beach, job related move, and although I miss him here, I wish him well, of course.

Tip of the iceberg, folks, just the tip of the iceberg.

Happy Birthday Avery, wishing you a fabulous day and many many more...I love you.


Happy Knitting to All and continue to make.good.time.