Well, here we are at the blondie - the second child of my loins.
(Do women have loins or just men? Is this appropriate for a blog? Perhaps not.)
I just took this picture in the snow today.
He is just a few short weeks away from eight. years. old.
Dang. Double Dang.
This is where I would prefer him to stay. Around 4 or 5, great set of baby teeth, and still little enough to snuggle in my lap. Now? Nuh-uh. No way. Not gonna happen.
Here's a classic DB moment - kissing on Jonny as a baby. He has loved being a big brother.
A natural nurturer. Try saying that 10 times fast!!
He just has a knack with other kids and loves to take care of them. It's pretty dawg-gone precious.
DB has been a big eater since the day we brought him home from the hospital. This is the kid at McDonalds who comes up to me after a Double Cheeseburger, fries, drink AND a cherry pie and says,
"Can I get something else, Mom?"
That's when Aaron and I look at each other and just dread the teen years.
Right now he's about an inch taller than his 4th grade older brother.
It keeps things pretty even around here.
Because as you'll read soon, he's a challenging older brother to live with.