Yesterday, we celebrated my oldest kid's tenth birthday. Holy crap. I remember when he looked like this
and even smaller except that my scanner won't play nice with the new and improved computer guts so I can't show you photos of the charming, nearly-9-pounds-at-two-weeks-early, pumpkin-headed, wouldn't-sleep-for-more-than-twenty-minutes- at-a-time-until-he-was-9-months-old, wanted-to-eat-every-minute infant that the OB had to get help yanking out of my stomach, he was so big and wedged in there when they decided to do a C-section after hours and hours of pushing. (At least I'm not bitter.)
Now he looks like this. (Sigh.)
He's a special kid and I'm proud of him.