Jake was the last of my babies born to me and with good reason. He weighed in at ten pounds. Surprising even the doctor who had guestimated 6-7 pounds. And while 10 pounds may not seem big now a days, to this petite 115 pound mom it was a lot. A whole lot, trust me.
Jake was the baby of the family for five long years. We did have a family meeting about adopting and he seemed on board, even excited about having a little sister.
And he was. He loves Hope...and Grace and most especially Rachel. Maybe because they are so much alike. Always a ready smile. Always happy. Never serious, unless he has to be.
After all his aspiration in life is to get to Hollywood and become an actor. Or a rock star. Or a director. An artist. You get the idea, something creative for our boy. And I totally approve, even encourage him to become more creative.
Me? I just feel blessed that I am the mom to such a sweet easy going fun loving boy who enjoys every second of life.
4 comments:
Yours is the second blog I've visited today highlighting their 10lb. baby boy :) I think it's awesome that he wants to do something creative and you're willing to help fuel that fire!!
A wonderful 'last-child-until-the-sister-came-along' image!
Awww...Jake is such a love, isn't he? :) I had one of those big kids too....my biggest was 9 lbs. 5oz and that was plenty big at only 5'3" myself...all baby! :)
Holy Moly! Ten pounds!!!
Love Jake's hat! :)
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