Sunday, October 25, 2009
Rowan turns 7 today. 7 years ago, after 47 hours of labor (no lie), he finally came into the world. Though he didn't seem to want to get away from me at the time, I think he's been on the run ever since--running, jumping playing, climbing, building, exploring...my boy is a verb.
Here's one of my favorite pictures of him, 2 months after he was born (ignore my hair):
Yep, he played the baby Jesus in our church's Christmas program. He wasn't yet on the move; in fact, people thought he'd been drugged, he slept so calmly in the manger. (He wasn't drugged, BTW.)
I think I'm going to print the photo I took of him this morning and scrap a LO about him. Maybe about him being a verb...