Five years, 364 days, and about 21 hours ago my son was born. He was pretty cute at first. To wit:
Then he did a lot of this:
We drank a lot of this:
Matt's ankle had been casted just a couple weeks earlier, because he tripped on a curb swatting at a bee while walking the dog, so he did a lot of this:
Then 6 years went by in the blink of an eye. Tonight my son was riding around on one of his sister's toys chatting, "I'll be 6 in first grade, then I'll be 7 in second grade, then I'll be 8 in third grade, then I'll be 9 in fourth grade, then I'll be 10.... Oh please, please, please stop talking child. Mommy's not ready. Happy Birthday Baby.