Our (sometimes) sweet Nathan turned seven this week. How is this possible? It seems like just yesterday we were overwhelmed and slightly terrified as we drove home from the hospital with our newborn and 10.5 month-old boys. We still laugh at that trip home. We stopped at Dairy Queen because I was starving and Ryan never turns down ice cream. As we sat in the parking lot one baby began crying and then the other one began crying...Ryan and I looked at each other and laughed. Welcome to our new, increasingly noisy normal. Seven years later and they cry a lot less, but the noise ceases only when both boys are asleep.
Happy birthday, crazy kid. May you celebrate 100 more birthdays!