O.M.G... I can't believe my baby is already three. Seems like only yesterday he was kicking around in my tummy while I hefted around my newest sack of potatoes Gavvy...
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Then he was soon thereafter brought home from the hospital, the smallest of all of my children born at only six little pounds...
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And we have celebrated three birthdays with him since then. Now, to be honest, I don't have issues with my age. I am in my early thirties... SO WHAT!?!?
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But to have children that are getting older really rocks my boat from time to time. I know. I know. I am strange!!
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But can you blame me, look how big and handsome he is!? I mean, he is just the baby of the family. The oldest is turning eleven next month!
WOW!! Is all I can say. Love you PeyPey!!
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