Today, Tristan Karl is peacefully sleeping in his crib after sleeping the night through (\o/) getting up to nurse at 7AM and then going back to sleep. He will wake to a raucous house and be swept into someone's arms within minutes of waking. Yells of "Happy Birthday, Tristan" will ring throughout the house and he will smile. He will smile not because he knows it is his birthday or of the cake and presents to come but because he loves his brothers and sisters and they love him. This year started out rough but oh, what a joy it has been since. He has gotten more attention and cheers for all his firsts then Katie ever did. Being #8 is great!
Today, the only thing in common with May 2nd last year is the exhaustion.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MR. T. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
4 comments:
Awww....I remember Mr T was born while we were in the can in California. How fitting that I first heard about his arrival via a blog comment by Katie :).
Happy Birthday, Tristan! Hugs from one of your cyber-aunties.
Happy Birthday Tristan! And beautifully written Karen :)
happy birthday Tristan.
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