9 Years Later...

9 years ago we had our first little one...



They whist him away from me right after he was born because he wasn't breathing correctly. We spent the next week in the NICU. I remember feeling guilty with my over 8lb boy next to these tiny little babies...

He was no worse for the ware... I mean really... look at those cheeks.
He became a big brother at 13 months. And again at 2 1/2
Then again at 4...
And again at 7...

I always feel sorry for him. He is our guinea pig of the family. I don't mean we experiment on him. Well I guess I do mean that... Because he's the oldest, so we use the "When we have kids..." or the ever popular "when our kids are _____ old..." knowledge when parenting him...

In other words it's uncharted territory and we are often too hard on him, or not hard enough, or misunderstand what he's going through.

I do this a lot...

Parenting is hard!

But that's another post altogether.

He's a good boy...He's got a very soft heart...He's a child of God...He's growing into a young man...He's a ton of fun...He's a lego fanatic...He's got a great imagination...I have no doubt he will be the civil engineer he says he want to be and we will be driving over safer bridges in the near future.
He's my buddy and my helper...and he's nine.