Eleven

Mr. Big Man is now fully immersed in the land of technology. Yup. It happened. He grew up and into the "I'm smarter than you are" phase and it's ok... as long as he maintains his outstanding gentleness and politeness skills. I can't believe he's eleven. And headed into middle school. It feels so strange that eleven years ago he was born, really sick, I was unable to hold him... just rub his little head with a steralized glove through a little hole in an incubator before he was rushed up to Boston, where they fixed him. Thank God for doctors.

He's smart, yes. But he's also thoughtful and hysterical. And he's my boy, and I'm proud of how he's growing.

Here are some great photos he's been taking lately: