I still remember T's birthday vividly. Maybe it is because the cord was quadruple wrapped around his little neck. Maybe because the Doctor shrugged in desperation of not knowing how to get this little person out of me without serious consequences. Maybe its because I never felt the worry, only a divine urge to do what I needed to -- not what I was being told to do. And here he is.
Not too bad for not breathing and being completely blue when he was born.
My Little T.
T had this great habit of always falling asleep while he was playing. This first picture is in a closet. We were in the middle of a remodel (thus my dress hanging in the way) T had gone into his closet to hide from the workers because he was embarassed he had colored all over himself with markers. After frantically looking all over for him, I found him here...