His birth was the most fun I have ever had in labor! Yes, you read that right…I actually had fun birthing this little 10 pounder! He was my first, and so far only, fully unmedicated birth. It was a beautiful experience that I truly hope to have again.
He’s not much for words…at least not real words. His varying intonations of “uh” serve him well, though. Occasionally, he says a real live word. We give him a shocked look, ask him to repeat it, to which he replies, “UH!” So, we take his surprise vocabulary as it randomly makes its appearance.
He is very fond of cleaning things…thus, the vacumn cleaner as a gift from Grandma. He spent the entire day vacumning! That is actually a change from his usual daily mopping. He likes things to be neat and orderly. It is a very good thing he is his older brother’s roommate…the two of them are peas in a pod when it comes to this aspect!
This is the last grandchild my father got to hold. He knew I was pregnant w/ our newest little one, but he died when I was 5 months pregnant w/ her. We knew Dad would probably not live to see another grandchild, so we named our little guy an Irish name in honor of my father’s Irish heritage. An added bonus was a chin dimple to match his Grandpa’s. My husband calls him our “Little Laddy.”
He is full of energy and sunshine and noise! Talking may not be his forte, but screaming is! We are working on deterring that particular less-than-desirable trait. Teaching him a fair amount of sign language has helped that situation immensely!
This little guy has brought so much joy to our lives. And even at this tender age, and being a man of few words, you see his heart for the Lord. He is the one who holds us accountable to pray before our meal. He is the one who runs for the Bibles and song books when it is family devotion time. And he is the one humming “uh, uh, uh” all the way through “Jesus Loves Me!”