On October 25, 2003, I had planned on waking up and going pumpkin picking with my little girl.
Instead we welcomed a little pumpkin of our own.
You’ll be shocked to know that he was just perfect.
He slept for most of his first year of life. Went in at 7pm and woke up sometimes at 8am (no joke).
When he was awake he just stared at you with that face. And those eyes. It was killer. Still is.
Then the hyper speed went into effect.
He grew and grew and grew. Notice the curls. The perfect, insane curls.
Cut to today.
Cake for breakfast with a 9-year-old silly, funny, happy but sleepy boy. Two seconds after this picture was taken, and right before he blew out this candle, he lifted his leg and farted. True story.