Oh for the love… somebody get out the kleenex

My baby is ELEVEN, people. *shakes head in disbelief*

That’s not The Rockstar I’m holding; that’s his cousin. But this is a great pic of me big and pregnant with R. I was about 34-36 weeks along here.

About a half hour old

Our new family, about 6 hours old

About 6 months old

One year old

Two years old











Tonight, just a couple hours ago

You make me happy… crazy… surprised… frustrated… proud… mad… baffled… sometimes all in one day. Sometimes all in one hour.

Dad blesses you every night with this verse and he always will… “The LORD bless you and keep you; The LORD make His face shine upon you, And be gracious to you; The LORD lift up His countenance upon you, And give you peace.”’ Numbers 6:24-26 (New King James Version)

Happy Birthday, you little yahoo… someday I’ll tell you your whole birth story. It’s a good one.

I love you, boog.

9 thoughts on “Oh for the love… somebody get out the kleenex

  1. * looks around for the darn EDIT button..
    and of course there isnt one to be seen for MIIIIILLLLLES

    ok since Im obviously the dory today… and CANT remember my own name!!! UGH

    Anyhoo.. NANNNER says to tell the Rockstar that I said Happy Birthday!!

  2. awwwwwwww, he is AWESOME dory! makes me feel so old. My oldest is 21! and my youngest? Almost 17.

    Could you hand me my walker and my depends, please?

  3. I wanted to share this comment that came via email from The Rockstar’s teacher…

    “FANTASTIC… he is such an amazing kid… How fun to see the changes through your pictures. I absolutely love talking about books with him because he LOVES them so much. He did tell me today in a very serious way…that maybe I should try and create an educational video game so school could be fun. Since word processing is an accomplishment for me, I think I will have to hold off on the computer programming!!”

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