A year ago, my little munchkin came into the world…suddenly. Without a maternity doctor in the entire hospital. Right after they were trying to send me home because I was Not. In. Labor. And he may or may not have fallen onto the bed (we are still unclear on that whole deal). But enough of that nonsense because obviously I have repressed traumatic feelings about the whole experience that was the birth of Little Guy.
…feelings that dissipated as soon as I saw the wrinkly little guy…(with Daddy).
This kid smiles more than anyone I know. And with less teeth than anyone I know (We still only have 4, with 2 coming in).
And doesn’t he look darn cute (albeit a bit uncomfortable) in his birthday tuxedo? Ladies are going to be lining up for this guy…but not yet – I still get a few more good years as his #1 girl.