Today is my son's 6th birthday.
It's hard to believe that only six years ago today I was screaming, "Get him out! Just get HIM OUT!"
He was being stubborn and had to be dragged into the world with forceps. Figures.
It can't be easy to be a late December baby, but he has never complained. Today at school was all about their Christmas program and class Christmas party. But he doesn't seem to mind. Heck, considering that he was due December 7 and we forced him out on December 20, it seems like he actually likes being a Santa Baby.
He's a great kid with an adventurous spirit and kind heart. He's smart and strong and I love him to pieces. Even when he's pooping on the floor.
Happy 6th birthday, Baby Boy. We love you!