It's been 7.75 years (to be almost exact) since my first born made his very dramatic entrance into this world. He was a normal 8lb 2oz baby. Today he stands close to my shoulders, is as stocky as his dad and weighs in at a whopping 102lbs. He's also wearing men's size shoes (which his Grandma Diane can fit into...) and he is starting to wear deodorant because he NEEDS it, not just because he thinks it's cool. (He asked me to smell his armpit last night and I thought it was another one of his nasty boy jokes---it wasn't.) To make a potentially long story short, this boy is growing and I can't make him stop. But, at the end of the day, he is still a hug mama's boy and that will NEVER stop!! :-)
