Four Years Ago..

I was in the hospital. In labor with my first baby, a boy we had decided to name Andrew. I'm sure I've told the story of that day before, so I will spare you all the details.

Look at that gut.. my goodness. There I am, waiting to be prepped for surgery, because my little guy wasn't quite so little, and his head got stuck on the way out!

At 7:01 PM, it was over, and Mr. Andrew Ray saluted the world with a big breath and an even bigger yell. He wanted the whole hospital to know that he was here, and he wasn't sure he was happy about it!! As he was being weighed (10 lb. 12 oz!) and measured (21 in. long), he baptized one of the nurses, just to prove his point.

Three days later, he was ready to go home. And I was ready to take him! The hospital food wasn't horrible, but I was getting a little tired of onion-flavored milk.

Homecoming was quiet, it was late in the day, and we all were ready to just get home and get some rest.

My little guy turns four years old today. It's fun to look back at these pictures and see how tiny he was, and realize how much he has grown. He's an amazing, bright little boy, so friendly, he always makes a new friend when he goes to the park. Next year he'll be going into preschool, and I'm sure I'll be a wreck. But until then, he gets to stay home with Daddy all day, and they play together. And every once in a while, we get together with the rest of the family... Uncle Bob is probably still recovering from the last time!