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Did I mention my baby turned 5 years old?

Things to know about him:

He was 3 and half weeks early and very tiny.
He slept the first two months of his life.
I had to pump then feed him a bottle in his sleep.
He's a cuddler.
He loves to put his fingers in my hair and twist it around.
He stopped kissing me for a couple of months because he was too big.
He started giving me nice big smooches again about three weeks ago.
He only has two speeds. Fast and Asleep.
He likes to build things with stools, chairs, and blankets.
He always wants to play.
His favorite drink is chocolate milk warmed up seventeen times.
His favorite book is "The Big Blue Book."
He calls swords "sheens."
He believes that he won't have bad dreams if I read him a story before bed.
He often says, "Mom, I want to be hold."
He sits or stands on my back if I'm on the floor.
He gives spontaneous hugs.
His eyes are windows to heaven and my heart.
I think I've never been loved as much as right now.


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  1. June Freaking CleaverApril 11, 2010 at 7:57 AM

    Five years old isn't a baby anymore!

    I hope his birthday is everything he wants it to be!

    When we get busy and sidetracked, it's easy to forget how blessed we truly are - thanks for the reminder!

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  2. CJ SimeApril 11, 2010 at 9:12 AM

    I've always considered June to be a freakin genius, but she is wrong: 5 is deffinitely still a baby. Especially if child in question is either the last born or the only born.

    I dread the day when my Shorty tells me to stop calling her baby girl.

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  3. CountessLaurieApril 11, 2010 at 5:05 PM

    So sweet...

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  4. MichelleApril 11, 2010 at 8:49 PM

    Awww, happy fifth birthday. I love the list - and some of those fun traits. 17 times to warm up the milk? yikes :) What a cutie!

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  5. Lisa Page RosenbergApril 15, 2010 at 9:41 AM

    Happy Birthday Mr. Tinyman!

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