Tuesday, September 2, 2008
It's Birthday Time
Being the third born can be rough and we decided it was time for his very own, NEW, not handed down bike. Yeah!
I will never forget the day that Son (#3) was born. Remember 1998? The Summer that we had 41 days in a row over 100 degrees here in OK? Seriously. Hot.
Four days each week during my pregnancy with him I walked four miles at the mall in the mornings pushing a double stroller with our 2 and 1 year old. Those were the days! I remember telling the midwife that after about 2 miles things started hurting (this was in my 7th and 8th months). I'll never forget her face. "Then STOP!" she said. Hadn't crossed my mind.
He was our biggest baby by a long shot - at eight pounds even. The others were all five and six.
He was hungrier, too! He was the first and one of the only babies that I gave formula to before my milk came in. He was so hungry! It also took him longer to sleep through the night than any of our others. I wasn't up for letting him cry it out with two other little ones in the house. Eventually we did, though, and he turned into a fairly good sleeper.
Until he developed asthma.
And how thankful I am, that at 10 years old, it has become so very mild. Thank you, Lord!
He prayed to receive Christ at football camp when he was 7 (almost 8) - what a blessing.
He has always been FUN, sweet, kind, thoughtful, TOUGH, yet tender, and loving. I'm so grateful for this little guy who can somehow tell (unlike most of the kids) when I really need a hug or help around the house. He works HARD and diligently and is a great student.
Wow. 10. I really can't believe it.
We celebrated at Grandmother and Granddad's (even though they weren't there!) so we could watch the first OU football game of the season and our Sweet Friend came and helped us celebrate. Here are the girls (and Baby Boy) watching him ride his new bike on Grandmother's street.
Happy 10th Birthday, Son! We love you!