Our “baby” turned 31 this month.
I’m sorry – what?! Wouldn’t that make me and Kevin …….. OLD?!?
Seriously. How does this even happen? I look at him and still see my chubby, restless, blonde cherub.
He was 8 lb, 8 oz big when he was born. I could barely push his overly big head out. I would push and push and push and the little booger would slip back in once I took a breath.
Little stinker.
Once he was born, he didn’t make much noise and we worried about him for a little bit. But once he got the gunk out of his lungs … he CRIED. Boy has a strong set of lungs on him.
He was the kind of kid that when he got tired, NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING would distract him from sleep. He wouldn’t take a pacifier, but he wanted his blankie, he was my Linus baby.
He hated to dress up in costumes, like Halloween. He didn’t (and still doesn’t) like candy and then forcing him to participate in a holiday where you get candy … yeah – we tortured the kid.
We found this board in the back of his closet. In his old bedroom. Where he hasn’t slept in over 10 years.
This was for a school project.
(See the picture of him dressed up as a soldier? I told him to look mean but he was CLEARLY annoyed – haha!)
And that picture of him with his blankie? I still and will forever, see that face whenever I look at him.
We have truly been blessed with some great boys.
Who have become some pretty awesome people.
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