Four years and a couple seconds ago, my water broke.
About seven hours later, our second child, Nolyn Pierre, arrived.
Here are a zillion photos (in no particular order) of my second child and first son. Happy Birthday, "Nolypair"! (Or, as you say, "Happy Dirtbay!")
You're getting tall, my dear.
We like to roar, so that's what we do.
You're noisy. Very, very noisy. :) But when you're quite, I worry more.
You're so incredibly handsome, child.
I know, sissy-kissies are just icky, but necessary.
You're such a goof.
You were such a chubby, square baby. *Sigh* So cute.
I miss those wispy baby hairs.
You never sit this still for the camera these days.
I know you love your conversations with Dad.
You've got to test everything out.
And you love to be tickled.
You have the longest eyelashes I have ever seen.
At the time, your spiderman obsession drove me nuts. Where do you pick up this stuff without ever seeing the show?
Oh man, your second birthday. *Smile* Seems like yesterday.
Oh, the mohawks. You do look adorable in them, even if some folks think they are horrible. They just fit that personality of yours so well.
The boo-boos of little boys. You're a daring little guy.
Mohawks and pink dresses. Only a child could pull that off.
You're still as mischievous as you were then.
(Most recent photo) Roar back attacha.
And, happy birthday to your Uncle John who is THIRTY TODAY!
We'll pretend you're 29 still.