I thought Norah was Gigantor, and then Pepper was my delicate little princess at 7 lb 7 oz. Stewie brought along yet another anecdote to put in the file labelled "THERE ARE NO PATTERNS, STUPID", weighing in at 9 lb 3.5 oz (evidence to the left)
This was the first time, of all three that at the exact moment of birth I uttered "thank GAWD that's out of me". There may or may not have been expletives.
Also: "Hey look! A boy!", as we were rather expecting a girl. For no other reason than, um, patterns. With three kids & two engineers - constantly looking for patterns, don't you know - the file is getting full.
He was born ON his due date, making him a "ten-percenter".
One year later...
And additional three...
He wants hot-dogs for supper. And Shark-bite bay Trick-Trax for a present. I have no idea what that is, but we can do hot-dogs.
Mostly, I include this one as it's a good depiction of those *freakish* eyelashes. You know, the ones girls pay thousands of dollars to have implanted.
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Sharkbite Bary Trick Tracks are from Mattel:
ReplyDeletehttp://www.amazon.com/Hot-Wheels-Sharkbite-Bay-Play/dp/B001O2S7XK
But don't be coy, you knew that.
Gawd, I only squeezed one out - and I'm eternally grateful (most of the time) that it'll only ever be the one. THREE?
ReplyDeleteHappy b-day to your boy!
Aww....you're making me all sniffly...
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday, 4 Rocks!!:) I've got a 4 too! but this 4 business? yeah it's going by too fast!
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday Stewie!
ReplyDeletehe is very adorable, that one. you'd better start watching him like a hawk now, because before you know it the girls are beating down your door. honestly, boys get all the luck. both of my boys have those to-die-for eyelashes, while my little girl got seriously screwed on that deal.
ReplyDeletesometimes when i am talking to my 4 year old son, i feel like i am talking to a teenager. not only does he have his own little language, but the shit he wants, i don't get it. he wants bakugan and pokeman games and cards and other shit that i can't even understand, let alone remember or write down. so, he gets frustrated with my lack of understanding and shoots me the death look while talking to me like i am a drooling idiot. one day i will say to him, "oh YEAH? well i can DRIVE A CAR and EAT CANDY WHENEVER. nyah-nyah!" i know, i know.. my level of maturity is *stunning*.
i feel like doing what my grandmother did for me: get him an ugly sweater and expect him to wear it often. and then ask frequently if he likes the sweater.