When I began this blog back in 2006, my son was 15 months old, still in diapers, barely walking, and even then, a force to be reckoned with. After two daughters, I had no idea what was in store for me.
A little over a week ago, that boy turned 9. He comes up just under my chin, and weighs in at nearly 100 pounds. If I ever let him play football, which I won’t, he would be the quarterback.
If you’d like to frolic down memory lane with me, I will share a blog post from 7 years ago, when the boy child was a wee bit passed his 2nd birthday.
Jensen had two requests for this birthday. He wanted to go to Animal Kingdom. And then he wanted to go camping with his family. We granted both wishes. Camping is a blog post unto itself. For now I wanted to share some birthday moments from Animal Kingdom.
Happy Birthday, my fearless baby boy.