I know the little ones are disproportionately represented here. In my own defense, the littles are easier to capture with my camera, and they still agree to an M'nM bribe for a photo.
So I wanted to take a moment to share with you about one of the bigs. The one smack dab in the middle of the 7 kiddos. The baby of the bigs. Although he's hardly a baby anymore. Very recently, Boo uncharacteristically agreed to let me take his picture, as long as I was quick about it. So I did. And I'm so happy to have a more current photo of him. And yes, we do call him Boo, even now.
I was 42 weeks pregnant in this photo and only hours away from giving birth to a 10lb baby without any pain relief in a very loud 45-minute labor. If only I had known, I may not have had that smile on my face. Or maybe I would have because 42 weeks is a LONG time to be pregnant and it was almost over.
He likes to throw shot putt on the middle-school track team. If not cut short, he's sporting an Afro. There's not a curl on either Papa or me, but Boo's hair just got curlier and curlier the older he got. He'd rather play video games than do homework, so occasionally he needs to be prodded. He has yet to get a cell phone, but not from a lack of asking. He seems to genuinely enjoy arguing. He wants to be an engineer and live in a small town. I'm pretty sure he can do whatever he puts his mind to.
But I'm not going to think about that right now. Right now he's still here, and I'm going to try to cherish every moment with him. And go to the movies more often.