Today is Bry-onicle's ninth birthday. I remember the night I brought him home - he cried all night...literally. I remember wishing that he would hurry and grow up. Now I am starting to regret that wish - even though I know that it is not possible to stop a kid from growing up. So I am going to put up some pictures for you all.
This was the day I brought him home. He wore this blanket out. When he turned five I made it into a teddy bear because you couldn't see Pooh on it anymore.
 Here he is at 6 months with my grandmother. He loved that wheel chair.
 Here he is at his first birthday party. He hated the cake. To this day, he isn't crazy about cake or ice cream. His treat of choice is Smarties...or Sweet Tarts.
 Here he is at three. This is right after we moved to Little Rock AFB.
First day of kindergarten...yes, they wore uniforms...and yes, that is Monkey Butt with him.
 Here he is at almost six with his new and improved Pooh blanket..this was the summer after kindergarten.
Here he is at 7...and this better be the ONLY time I ever see him in the back of a Cop car.
 Here he is at nine.. Where does the time go? Labels: family misadventures, party like its 1999, random poo |
In a lot of those pictures he looked just like my grandson Luke.