For this not so wordless wednesday, I just want to say that I cannot believe I have a 5th grader. I remember the night he was born, 4/28/02 at 7:03 pm. He was 8 lbs, 8 oz. 21.5 in long and had hair so blonde it was pretty much see through. People thought he was bald forever. You could see the dimples in both cheeks as soon as he was born and eyes as blue as the sky. He also latched on like a champ and ate for 30 minutes for his first feeding before they took him and gave him a bath and all the stuff they do at the nursery. His first word was ‘bite' and he sure did love eating. The doctor told me I should bottle my breastmilk and sell it, he was so healthy. He doubled his birth weight in less than a month and was over 16 lbs at 4 weeks.
Now he wants to be a professional basketball player and he says he is never going to move out because he always wants to live with his mommy. He talks back and has a smart mouth. He gets in trouble at school for shouting out answers. He says he loves a girl on the bus and wants to marry her. But I still see that little baby every time I look at him.