The baby in our family turns double digits today..ten. He is our baby boy. The youngest of the young. Our youngest grandson born just before 911 when the whole world changed.
He keeps this Grandma entertained.
He can keep a straight face when I am giggling.
Someday a beautiful girl will appreciate those eyelashes.
He can be sweet, and he knows that a hug will always win his Mother over. ( I think he was hungry and wanted some chips.)
Perhaps in the next year he will learn to bait his hook and take his own fish off the hook and set them free.
He is going to let me visit his big house on the lake that he is going to buy for his Mother. He told me the same day that he wanted to be a Wal-Mart greeter so he would always be around to help people find what they need. I told him that perhaps he would need a job that pays just a little bit more in order to afford a lake home.
Ten years ago when he was born, I used to snuggle him close, he seemed to really like my intermittent hot flashes that kept us both toasty warm and sleepy. He smelled of baby powder and spit up, one of those great combinations that seems to linger forever in a grandmothers mind.
He was born on Labor Day, it was a true Labor Day for his Mother. He was a big boy, and his birth was not easy…especially since he was birthed naturally without any medications (ouch). I was there to watch him take his first breath..he was beautiful. He is our baby, and always will be the baby of the family even if he is ten years old:)