Monday Memories

Since Brody's birthday is on Wednesday I thought that I should devote this week's memories to his birth. What a wonderfully awful day that was. I went into labor on September 11th...yes on 9/11. Neil told me that I could not have him until the next day so he would not have to share his birthday with such an awful day. Luckily, I do not have short, easy labors so he was born on September 12th. At a whoppng 9 lbs. 12 oz. he looked and acted like a 2 month old. I cannot believe that something so big was curled up in my tummy. I must have been huge. That just proves that when people say you look great when you are 9 months pregnant...they are lying.

Here he is just a few minutes after he was born.

I can't believe that I evern took this picture. I felt like I had been hit by a truck and my legs were shaking uncontrollably.

What a sweet baby boy.

Here is daddy and his little minime. Brody looks just like his dad.

Although I hate being pregnant and I hate labor, this was a wonderful day. I love my son and love every minute I get to spend with him (even when he throws his food, pushes other kids and refuses to go to bed).