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It’s Official…
It’s Official…

It’s Official…

we no longer have an infant in the house. J is two today. Where did the the last two years go? Yeah, yeah, passage of time and all that, but where did it go? Wasn’t it just yesterday that he was born? This date in 2004 was the hottest day of the year. Nothing compared to the temps we’ve had this summer, but 99 is still nasty when you’re in labor. I think I had the a/c down to 65, every window shade pulled, every ceiling fan on high, lying on the floor and I was still hot. Meanwhile, Tom and A were wearing sweaters! LOL J was 2 weeks early and really rarin’ to be born; no drugs were administered in the birthing of this boy. Ugh. But at least he was quick!

He is a joy to have around. I don’t think I have ever seen a child who is so happy and content. Don’t get me wrong, he’s no doormat, but he’s just an easygoing kid. A had better watch out…one of these days J is going to have had enough and he’s going to knock A on his ass. And A will have it coming. J is insistant when he wants to be. I keep sitting down to write this post, thinking his birthday toys will occupy him for awhile, and he keeps coming over to grab my leg and pull me pack to him. Not to play, but just to sit and watch him play, that’s all he wants.

He is sooo my child. He is a chapstick addict. Everytime he sees me put it on, he must have some. He’s a flute player in the making; when he blows on hot food he has a great flute embouchure. : )

J loves animals. We’re finally making progress in convincing him that not every animal is a doggie (his first word), and not every animal barks. If we can get going this morning, I’m going to take the boys to an animal shelter to see the doggies and gauge their readiness for a doggie.

He is such a love. Hugs and kisses all the time.

His eyes. Oh my GOD his eyes. He has my grandpa’s eyes. We named J after my grandpa, who died when I was 8. I may have been really young, but I loved my grandpa so much. And J has his eyes. His blue, blue, blue, Irish eyes. Unfortunately, J can look up at me with those eyes and damn near get whatever he wants.

It’s no secret that I desperately wanted a girl. But now I can’t imagine having one, or even how a daughter would fit into my life. J has brought me so much joy I cannot imagine not having him. I can’t imagine how our lives were before him. I love my son desperately, and so do A and Tom. I do pity the kid sometimes…he’s the only non-first born in the house. Poor kid, having to cope with all of us first-born, type A personalities. ; ) But he’s holding his own.

Happy Birthday, J. You’re a big boy now and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love you.


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