Today is Danny’s First Birthday. Its crazy to think that just a year ago is when my pudgy pink little squishy pants first arrived. I often forget that he’s only one, though the fact that I have to change diapers should clue me in somehow.
I would love to say, “oh remember when he was so little…” like we do with Sam and TJ… when we call them little frog boys because they would lay on your chest like a frog getting ready to jump… but Danny was never that small. Not when he pops out 2 and a half weeks early at 10 and a half pounds. He’s the same size as (or bigger than) babies older than him. Its crazy to think that giant baby came out of the no no place.
We never did figure out why he was so red for so long…
But he’s a pale little monkey now, the Mister smothering him in sunscreen before we make the fearful trek from the house to the car… he could combust from the sun’s rays on his pasty white skin!
So we celebrated his birthday a day early, when the Mister was still off from work, not that it really ruffled Danny any…
See? He just looks overwrought with concern doesn’t he?
Happy Birthday Baby Boy!