I was up early this morning as I was 34 years ago when I gave birth to my son, Bo. Toby and I were just babies ourselves - still in college. Sometimes I feel like we grew up with Bo. We were the first of our friends to have a baby - no one else had children. Maybe it is why Bo was always such a little man - he spent all his play time with grown-ups.
This is Toby and "Uncle" Stevie at the hospital on the morning Bo was born. Toby- the proud papa! Steve had stayed up all night in the waiting room - waiting - he was a good uncle back then. About a week later, Stevie was at the house when Bo had a major blow-out of the messy diaper sort. Stuff went all over me and Bo and the pillow he was on. "Help me, Stevie!" I cried! He backed out the door refusing to help saying he did not do diapers. I told him that I would never forgive him if he left me with that mess. He told me he was okay with that, and out the door he went. His loss.
This Bo at about six months - the same age as Titus now. This is Bo at about a 18 months with a mop of blond hair. And here's a photo taken last year on his birthday.
This one is just a favorite.