Saturday, June 2, 2012
It seems like the younger ones are always getting shafted, doesn't it? When my first son was born we documented his every move with photos, videos, and by noting his milestones in baby books. We picked him up every time he cried, slept with him every night because he wouldn't sleep in a crib, and the concept of sleep training was something I just couldn't fathom.
But then number two came along...and all that changed. When he cried, sometimes he had to wait. Sure, we took photos - lots of them. But somehow those never made it into photo albums. His baby book was never filled in, although I do have his records scattered in paper piles around the house. In the end, it all boiled down to simply not having the time I had with only one child.
The photo above is my mother's favorite picture of my son, because as she likes to say, his expression is pure joy. I love it because it shows is personality so well. He's the perpetual jokester, always smiling and constantly cracking people up. Even though he turned 8 years old at 11:30am on June 2nd, 2012, he'll always be my baby.
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