Time flies, non? B was a hard baby. He cried a lot. He screamed in the arms of strangers beginning at three months. He drooled like a leaky faucet and sweat like a hot tomale. And he only ever wanted Bruce, which worked out super since Bruce was almost never home those first few years with the firm. Like every first-time mother that has ever lived on the earth (I like to think Eve was like, Cain and Abel, so help me...), I had no idea what I was doing and he suffered the brunt of all my anxieties. Poor baby. I know he felt them. It is hard to be the first.
So really, it is a miracle they grow up in spite of your best efforts at unconscious sabotage.
We are all so glad B came first. He is so much better than me at taking care of the little ones. There is more patience in his sensitive soul than I will ever own.
7 comments:
How do you have a seven year old????
Happy Birthday B! He is such a sweet kid -- I miss him and all his cars!
How cute!!! 7 years? Congratulations and happy Birthday!
oh, our lego loving children! That's what Ayzha wants for navidad. And what a little chunky doll he was as a baby. I want to squish him!
Noelle, you're just a good writer. You're family is so lucky to have your blog as a record... Love it.
Oh my gosh, how I miss your family - how can Bryson be 7? Now he's going to definitely be better than me at basketball. i'm not sure if i can come to Mexico in January since I had to take time off for work for my dad's surgery... sigh...maybe a miracle will happen.
oh wow, can i play with that lego space ship when i come to visit? ask him please!
happy birthday b. you are such a cutie, love all those little itty bitty baby pics.
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