This is you when you were two days old.

This is you when you found out we couldn't put you back in.

These are your feet. You can blame your father for these gargantuan things. Don't worry, mama will help you find shoes later that make them look somewhat smaller and less flipper like. Mama is good at this. I'm still amazed by how the toes on your right foot curl exactly like your fathers. The added bonus of these being that you will never have to actually bend down to pick up anything...your toes can handle the job.

This is mama in labor with you. Its after they gave me drugs. I know this because I'm not screaming, crying, throwing things at your father, or on my knees begging the nurse for heroin-all of these things actually happened. That's your Nana at the end of the bed looking amazingly NON-FLUSTERED.

This is you with Nana. She teaching you to pick your nose. And, no, there was nothing wrong with the filter on the camera...you're yellow. You were a little jaundice and for three whole days we called you "Our Little Asian Baby".

This is you right now in bed with me. In the words of your Nana, "JESUS CHRIST, YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL!" (And see, your color returned quite nicely)

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