Today is my baby boy's birthday. (Or as my sister likes to combine the two and say - boyby.) He is 17. I cannot believe that he is 17! Seems like only yesterday I was telling the doctor, "Take him out!" L was breach and would NOT come out! He was a month late because we keep waiting for him to drop into position. He was never going to cooperate, and, yes, we still have moments like that, but not too many. When the doctor came in and told me, "One more day and I would have lost both of you," I resisted the urge to strangle him for letting us go so long. Then I realized how thankful I was to have a boyby!
For a long time this was the only way we would see him....shorts, cowboy boots and on his tractor. Oh, how many pairs of cowboy boots he went through!
Here's the b'day boy as of last night. He was assuring me it was love he was giving me, but it looked more like he is mauling me! I'm not convinced he wasn't! I love you buddy! Hope you have a great birthday!
2 comments:
i sure hope he handled eating the cake better today!! You know, utensils...
Oh my GOSH! That first pic of L is TOO adorable! So cute!
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