My Baby's Not a Baby

This darling little creature (the one I plan to call my baby forever and turn into the most obnoxious mama's boy EVER) turns four today.   Seems like it was just yesterday that I drove to the hospital, got my epidural, and had the easiest four hours of  labor in the history of womankind (and you were expecting a horror story). I do remember that as he was making his entrance, the doctor exclaimed, "Wow!  Look at all that dark hair!"   I assured the doctor he had his birth canals mixed up because nothing with dark hair has ever exited my womb.  But sure enough, he had a head full of dark hair, and he's been different from his siblings in many other ways ever since!

He's grown up and changed so much in the last couple of years.  He's gone from a kid who wanted nothing to do with people or eye contact or kissing or hugging or being nice...to a kid who gets tossed off my lap because he won't STOP hugging and kissing me!  He's got one heck of a naughty streak, but all in all, he's such a good, happy, precious boy and I love him to bits.

His hair is wet because he was in the bath, not from playing in the toilet.

A friend who's never met Lucas took one look at this pic once and said, "Wow, you're gonna be visiting that kid on the weekends."  Yup, he's a thug.

One of my all time favorite pictures.  Lucas protesting being forced to play the "baby" Jesus at our family Christmas gathering.  Oh, dear.

Happy birthday, Tiny Lucas!  Your family loves you and is so glad you joined us!  It's been an adventure from day one.