5.07.2010

Photo Stash - Firstborn

More photos from the found photo stash. These are of My Oldest, better known as Trial-and-Error Son. Not his trials and errors, but ours perpetrated on him as our firstborn. My largest offering of sympathy for all firstborns out there.
And to mine, since he is still living the life as our firstborn. (1 Cor. 10:13)



What a serious face he has! Always had and still has. Once a neighbor who had come from the across the street to play with our chubby baby confessed to us, "We ask each other, 'What must be wrong with this baby that he never smiles?' " Nice confidence booster for the new parents - yeah, thanks. Here he is in his long johns and indian gear - and I think it's an appropriately menacing face.
Watch out or I'll nail ya with this nerf-tip arrow!


There! Looking delighted (take that, opinionated neighbor!) at his third birthday party. We're wondering why we bought presents for him when all he seemed to love were these worm-shaped balloons. Somehow all our boys happily wore those pointy birthday party hats well into their older years. Until adolescence set in --- how painful to wear a pointy party hat at twelve years old.


This photo was taken on his first big fishing trip - which happened to occur just when the new Middle Son arrived home from the hospital. A little distraction from life's big 'adjustments' never hurts, yes? They're fishing at a favorite uncle's house. The landscape around that lovely lake is completely changed now - surrounded by subdivision housing.


Footie pajamas and powdered donuts - does life get any better? It had to be a special occasion of some sort, since powdered donuts do NOT just trot through here on any ordinary day. Maybe a zoo day? This was his response to, "Make your funniest face!"


Way back in our first house when he was the only child, Our Boy used to climb up on the sink to watch, fascinated, as his dad shaved around the edges of his beard. Sometimes, he would get to put shaving cream on his own soft, soft cheeks - then 'shave' it off with the back of a comb. On this occasion, though, he gained an eyeliner mustache, delighted to look just like his dad.

Now this little guy is tooling around in a sleek, red car. He's got a McDonald's visor and is preparing food for the general population. He is visiting with friends, and girls, that we have never seen or approved of. Not that we might not approve, of course, but there are no play date decisions for us to make anymore.

Keep your eyes open wide, Sisters in the Motherhood - your Boys are fast growing into Men! Enjoy them and your station in life - make memories to savor later. Memories that get sweeter as time passes by.

7 comments:

sarah @ life {sweet} life said...

What fun pictures! Love the trial-and-error label, too. Classic! :)

Kathy C. said...

What a beatiful post! I absolutely adore that last photo...love his little mustache...how precious. And you are so right, they grow FAST. My son is preparing to go to Iraq and it feels like I just put him down for a nap yesterday...oh my the years go by WAY too quickly.

Foursons said...

The trial and error label is so perfect for our first born children! I absolutely love this post. It is so sweet to look back on our kiddos as little ones when they have grown up into young men and no longer need us as much as they did back then.

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krissy said...

I'm going to start calling John Patrick that. :-) very accurate.

Melinda said...

My own "trial and error" boy is seventeen. I almost cried reading your post - it does go by so very fast!

Katie said...

what a sweet post! I had to laugh at your "trial and error son" comment - that's how we feel about our firstborn! :)

Thanks for visiting my blog this weekend - I hope you had a wonderful Mother's Day!!

Postcards from Wildwood said...

How like his father he looks in that last shot!