On April 30, 1997, I gave birth to my first son. He was 8lb 4oz of wiggly squirmy baby boy. I didn't grow up with a dad, I didn't grow up with a brother, so he has been my first foray into the fun a little boy can be. He has completely blessed my life in so many ways.
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| Even after a huge plate of seafood, the boy had room for dessert. |
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| I love them. I love them so much that when I see pictures of them, I tear up and think, "Oh my goodness. I love them!" |
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| NOT TWINS. Do not ask her, she will punch you in the face. NOT TWINS. |
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| I love him, too. Oh my. All these tears over a trip to Red Lobster? |
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| My birthday boy is the biggest goofball you'll ever meet. |
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| And he ate this entire plate of food. Then got dessert. Then came home and asked me for a snack. |
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| I had key lime pie with raspberry sauce. Then I checked my blood sugar and wished I could put it back. But my taste buds were immensely happy. |
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| It's not Pepper's birthday, but she got Mr. Sock Monkey and she's a happy kitty. |
1 comment:
You have a good-looking family! It looks like everyone enjoyed the birthday dinner - a fun time for all. -Natalie
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