On April 17th, Judsen Ames turned three.
Birthdays make any mother reflect, to remember the nine months spent growing a baby who's slowly becoming a man. The time with our sons is short...I'm determined to squeeze every drop of joy out of the experience before Father Time wipes their slate of boyhood.
He wasn't our biggest baby... he missed E's record by just three ounces.
(me @ 8 months. Ack: pregnancy does NOT agree with me!)
But he arrived with the most personality of any our babies...and a perfect blend of his brother and sister.
(a really fantastic picture of my beloved, btw)
to discovering 
to eating
and grinning 
while growing
and growing 
and growing some more...
And our blessing? Getting to come along for the ride,
one tick of the clock at a time.
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Birthdays make any mother reflect, to remember the nine months spent growing a baby who's slowly becoming a man. The time with our sons is short...I'm determined to squeeze every drop of joy out of the experience before Father Time wipes their slate of boyhood.
And Judd's the baby.
The last boy to reflect upon.
The last boy to reflect upon.
He wasn't our biggest baby... he missed E's record by just three ounces.
(me @ 8 months. Ack: pregnancy does NOT agree with me!)
But he arrived with the most personality of any our babies...and a perfect blend of his brother and sister.
(a really fantastic picture of my beloved, btw)
Now, from sleeping
to discovering to eating
and grinning while growing
and growing and growing some more... his little body is catching up to his great big, funny heart.
And our blessing? Getting to come along for the ride,
one tick of the clock at a time.
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