It's hard to believe that I have a 7 year old, but yes. It has happened. Jonathon turned 7 today and I found myseld recounting the memories of his time as a baby amidst the groanings and laughings of the other children.
Some of the memories were:
When he had his first bath, he looked more like an alien than a person, cone head, long fingers and toes, skinny body, bug eyes...humorous.
When he was an infant he was so small that we bathed him in the bathroom sink! He was the smallest of all- at 6lbs. 12 oz.
He was my longest labor- 29 1/2 hours and that started with a 3 hour shopping trip at Sears.
When he was sad I could lay him on the bed and just turn on the vacuum cleaner to keep him quiet.
He also loved listening to the Messiah.
He is my most inquisitive, yet most tempered like me.
I love him very much! Happy Birthday to a wonderful son.
And on a different note...did you know that James can carry rocks that weigh 5 lbs. in his pocket? Just one 5 pounder. There were other things in his other pocket. It does make him have to hold his pants up when he runs or jumps on the trampoline though. It was a special "sparkly" rock though that was precious enough to become part of the "junk drawer" in his bedroom. (I can't wait for the day we clean that out!)