5 Years? Good Grief.

He started his life as a very small 5 pound 5 ounce almost-preemie, who had to lay on a light blanket for 48 hours to help him overcome a severe case of jaundice.

Now he is an off-the-charts big, tall, and healthy 5 year old (47 inches! 60 pounds!) who rarely gets sick or injured.

This boy has not taken a single day of Preschool classes, but has taught himself to read. He loves to tell jokes, play with his Thomas trains, talk on the phone, and actually seems to enjoy spending every waking hour with his little sister.

My little Man is... Charming, Loving, Compassionate

Persistent, Smart, Resourceful

FUNNY

a budding Farmer/Gardener/Chef/Explorer/Stitcher/Photographer/Artist

Careful & Helpful (and sticks his tongue out when he's concentrating)

Likely to become an Analyst, Architect, or High School Shop Teacher.

If you are a regular reader of this blog, you will not be surprised to hear that I absolutely adore this kid.

He would delight my heart even if he wasn't mine.

Happy Birthday to my Baby (you know I will always call you that, even if I have to whisper it under my breath to avoid embarrassing you).