My son was born. At 10:47AM in Columbia, SC weighing 7lbs 12oz and 21.25 inches. He had little pointy elf ears and bright blue eyes and he was a screamer. That boy could scream! His first few weeks of life were tough. He had thrush, a clogged tear duct, colic, once choked on water because his stupid pediatrician told me he could have it and I was a naive 19 year old who didn't think I should question that. He wasn't his doctor after that. After he got past all those issues he was a happy, healthy, sometimes destructive boy. He liked to not wear clothes and he loved his pacifier for awhile.
Today, my son, my baby is 11 years old and is going to be middle school next year. He is a smart, sensitive, loving boy. He loves Minecraft, YouTube, Marvel Comics, Running to get everywhere. His favorite food is spaghetti and he wants it everyday. He has a special place for dogs in his heart and he especially loves our black lab, Tucker. He wants people to know they are loved. Sometimes he says people are close to getting on his bad side but I am not sure he has one yet. Maybe.
I love my bright blue eyed, handsome, and sweet 11 year old and I hope he stays exactly the way he is right now.
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