My Millennium baby.
What a ruddy stupid time to be pregnant. Whilst everyone else in the entire Universe was out partying to the event of a lifetime which only comes around every 26 generations or so, I was 8 months pregnant, watching the fireworks from my bedroom window, in my over-sized pyjamas (since I was indeed, oversized).
I wouldn’t trade it for the world. Look what I got.
I have tracked his 12 faster-than-light-years birthdays carefully, and here he sits, in chronological order, central to my family stories, his journey from babe to man only half complete.
So, since he himself will only cringe with ‘Mom, you’re not putting that on the internet are you?’ embarrassment, I thought I’d share it all with you, my cyber-friends.
Georgie, you may not always be an angel, but you were indeed a gift from Heaven and you changed my life forever.
Anyone else got a Millennium baby out there? Care to share your child’s journey?
“I am sharing an image of something I love with Love All Blogs and Albelli”
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Life’s a Journey series. Week 1: My earliest baby photo
Such a cute kid! Great documentation
ThankYou so much. He’s a doozy
It’s lovely seeing the changes in him over the years like this !
Thanks. I only wish the downward spiral into moody teenager had been captured too!
That is a wonderful record of your son’s development. Love it x
Thanks Paula. Time just scoots by….