Eleven years ago I was sitting in a hospital holding this fussy little alien-like life-form wondering what the hell I was supposed to do with it. I’d spent the night before stoned on half a milligram of Stadol, trying to talk my sister & best friend into sneaking a doughnut into the delivery room for me and singing “The Ballad of Curtis Lowe”.

Eleven years later I still have absolutely no tolerance for medicines, sing random horrible songs and have no IDEA what I’m doing with this whole mothering thing. But TheKid has thrived despite me. He has grown from a good natured, loving baby to a good natured, loving, intelligent and funny young man. I can’t wait to see what the next few years bring.

(Never got the 7 month pictures in a digital format so you get a picture of a page from his baby book)