Happy Birthday to the smallish one…

Yup. Every year I wake up and laugh at the irony of  Tommy’s birthday. April Fool’s Day… for a post vasectomy surprise baby. Come on… that is some funny stuff.

• Please note: every year Tim feels the need to remind me it’s technically my fault the boy’s birthday is April 1st. Long story short: it is. I knew that Friday that Dr. D wouldn’t let me go any further as soon as the tech handed over the latest sono numbers.  I sent Tim on to tie up ends at work while I faced the music with the OBGYN. Doc walked in the room, looked at the numbers and  said, ‘Oh no… that’s it. Pulling the plug on this pregnancy”. I begged for the weekend to get family in town. I was quite shocked he agreed if I promised to take it easy.  It wasn’t until I was filling out my pre-admission stuff that I saw 4-1-2002. I  started laughing. So, yes… my fault. There you go.

Anyway…

The new baby Tommy about ten minutes old. You know, before he decided that whole breathing thing was highly over-rated.

And Birthday Boy this morning opening family gifts.

Sometimes joy isn’t always in focus, but you still the idea… and then some. (This is the Uncle Jeff got me a DS commence with freaking out picture, by the way.)

Happy Birthday to my unexpected wild child.  ♥ you!