Friday, July 23, 2010

My baby is growing up

Today is my toddler's birthday - he's 3!

Last night as I held him and "stole" kisses and hugs from him, I told him, "You have to let me kiss you! You're almost not my baby anymore!" And it's true . . . he's *thisclose* to being completely potty-trained (we're lazy trainers), finally enjoying books and "reading" them, doing all the things a just-turned-three-year-old should be doing. His baby fat is almost melted away.

But there's good news! I have 2 older kids (just-turned 9 and almost 11) and I am happy to report that it took many years for me to stop seeing "baby" in them. I mean, I still do - I can instantly see the way they looked as babies . . . and when they sleep I get a little verklempt looking at them. They'll all always be my babies.

But this one . . . he's my BABY. For a while, at least.

My oldest, Kori:



  kori summer

She and her brother really are best friends and have been since the beginning.  (Of course they fight like crazy as well).





Here’s Bennett, the middle child.


ben mohawk ben summer

And now, the reason I started this post in the first place!

Rian . . . not even due for 3 months!  DANG.


rian turtle  rian tattoo

Happy Birthday, Rian!  We’re so glad you’re a part of our family.

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