Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy

When I think about how were born, sweet son of mine, a cloudy image of a doctor leaning over me and saying quietly, "the medicine is no longer working to stop the contractions. We're going to let you have the baby" is the first thing that pops into my mind.
I was terrified.
You were 7 weeks early exactly, and you were perfection...all 5lbs, 4oz of you.
How much you have taught me, Caleb. Your heart is so pure...so giving. I adore you! And I am so very proud of you. You amaze me every single day. I see myself in your eyes and in your actions and am overwhelmed with gratitude at the fact that I get to be your mother. Child of my heart...
Happy Birthday, sweet boy!
I can't believe you are already seven!

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Tonght, we're having family over for a small birthday celebration for the birthday boy. Tomorrow, the real chaos begins. Can you believe that we are having a birthday party at the theater with FIVE of Caleb's crazy friends? Who are all french? Well, it's true. We, incidentally, are not fluently french. Not even close. Caleb is excited. We are afraid.
Another source of excitement for the boy is that he lost his first tooth this week.
One tooth lost:

Two gained:

And just for good measure, a toothy grin from Aidan:

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My I seem to be all over the place today. Many of you have said that I sound better. You know what? I am. I think. "Subtle" is the word of the day, here. I'm still crazy. But I don't feel quite so...desperate. Does that make sense?

Either way, thank you, thank you, thank you for the support you've shown me.

Also, the part-time daycare situation continues to go well. Liam still won't drink milk from anything but...well, me...but hopefully that will come in time.

Happy Friday, all, and here's hoping your weekend will be less hectic than mine's about to be!

Aw, heck! Let's see another picture!