Yes, our little man is growing up. Explain to me, people, how that happened so dad gum fast.
Us in the NICU, freaking out (ok, so we don’t look freaked out here, that was the exhaustion mixed with happiness, with a dash of delirium) because his heart kept skipping a beat in utero. Lo and behold, though, an overnight stay in these first-class accommodations cleared up the abnormality and it’s never returned.
Let’s count backwards, shall we??
Brought to you by the letters “J” and “P” and the number FOUR
Draft pick #TWO
There is so much to love about John Paul – his laugh, his blue eyes, his mischief, his ER visits, his love for his brother and sisters, the way he says “free/three”, “actuwee” and “broder/brother”. I could fill a novel with just how much I love this kid.
John Paul, your life is a gift. Being your mom is an honor. It’s my wish that every family has a little John Paul in it…