Today, the little guy turned 3. He still seems really little to me, I guess he always will. But jeez, he’s big. He’s officially a preschooler (although I have yet to find a remotely affordable school; also, apparently, I am about 7 years too late in the application/enrollment process. seriously).
The actual day of his birth is fuzzier to me today than it was a year ago. I still remember it, I can call up details, I can see the images, it’s all there. But now, it’s more like I’m remembering the telling of the details, the stories, rather than the actual experience itself. I suppose it’s only going to get worse from here, so I’m glad I wrote it all down, and I had my friends who were there write their version down. So I could always remember, even when I’ve forgotten.
Anyway, happy birthday to mr. g, as we call him.
You know, looking at these pictures is funny to me. It seems weird yet makes perfect sense how little he’s changed, how he’s been Ry from the moment he came to us till right this very second.
this was Ry a minute or so after his birth…the only pictures of this event come courtesy of my friends’ cell phones, because the whole labor/worst-pain-ever situation sort of distracted me from bringing my camera to the hospital.
- I’m no good. and not in the good way.
- what I got paid to do today