(I'm not exactly sure of the date on this..it was 2006 though..making him 2 1/2 ish)
Our first cuddles
(do you ever wish you had a professional photographer to take beautiful pics of your child/children's birth(s)? ugh..mine were horrible, unflattering and embarrassing...thanks Jeff, my mother, and mother-in-law...)
Is it not pathetic that I know he was born @ 12:05 a.m. but not how much he weighed?!!
Apart from that, I remember most of the labor/delivery and the miserable week that he had to stay in the hospital for reasons still unknown and/or understood to me. (something about white blood cells..)
He had an i.v. in his head and was super banged up from a rough entry into this world. My mom dubbed him "Bruiser Bob" immediately. Poor guy.
Anyway...today, on this, the day we remember his birth, he had very humble requests.
#1-go to breakfast with his dad
#2-go to the Pizza Hut buffet
#3-buy some cool new shoes with "super-grip action for rock climbing" (i quote)
#4-have a big Mexican dinner with Grandpa & Grandma Davis
Check, check, check, and the food is a'cookin as I type.
I was surprised he didn't ask to go to Denver or up into the mountains. Silly kid.
Here's a couple of pics I managed to snap today: