Birthdays!

Seven years ago I was laboring with an epidural to bring this guy into the world. It was a quiet morning, and the only ones in the room were Jack and I, and the doctor and the nurse. My doctor was a good man who listened to me when I said I wanted the epidural at 3, and everything about birthing this baby was easy. When he was born, the doctor was telling jokes and all four of us were cracking up. I have always felt that Todd is as funny as he is because he was literally born in a room full of laughter.

We won't be having cake and presents until this weekend, but we all gave him hugs and kisses and birthday spankin's today. My funny little guy, with his crazy, curly, cow-licked hair, those big huge eyes, and his larger-than-life approach to everything is now 7. Happy birthday, Todd! We love you!
I took him to the park this afternoon while we waited for Chet's pottery class to end. He spent the time sliding down the tunnel head first and upside down. That is just how he rolls!


Today is also my sister-in-law Sam's birthday. Happy birthday Sam! We love you too!