What a whirlwind it has been. From my premie to my bigboy. You are Five today. Five. Five very long, hard years. The 3 days of hospitalization for croup, the asthma, the temper tandrums. After all these years you keep trying it out. Just because I would go crazy when you were younger trying to keep you from crying too hard, doesn’t mean I haven’t changed. I know I have medicine to stop the asthma attack and some very good hospitals near by. You might as well give them up.
Please don’t give up on the wonderful hugs, that bright beautiful smiles and that sweet hello you can give. Or when I walk into your room and find you reading a book… I love it all. From this (which was right before they put the iv in ya):
To this cutie that posed for me this morning:
Tot Turns Five
Now for a more serious look:
Serious Five Year Old
And the brothers getting a picture together:
Brothers Together
I am very blessed.
Look at that big boy! Holy crap. Where has the time gone, girl? He’s so big! And I remember him in that little glass bassinet. I also remember walking Tater down the hall, keeping him occupied… and look where he is now, reading, adding, talking, taking Karate.
Happy Birthday, Tot! Should all the children be as loved as you are… the world would be such a different place.
Happy birthday Tot! Such a cutie. FIVE??!! Wow.
Happy birthday Tot!
My goodness, look at how the baby has disappeared from his face. Unreal!
Happy Birthday, Tot!!!! I can’t believe he’s FIVE already! He’s growing up…!
Happy Birthday Tot!!!
give them boys a hug for me!
I wish the big boy Tot a very happy and a healthy boitday. He sure is a cutie, as is his big bro. Blessed is an understatement.