He was, by far, my biggest baby weighing in at 7 lb. 9.5 ounces. He was strong and healthy.
His brothers and sister couldn't get enough of him. (Well, maybe his sister could. She was less than impressed to say the least.)
At just a few weeks old, on Christmas Eve, he got sick. Very sick. We almost lost him. It was the scariest parenting moment either of us had ever experienced.
But, he bounced back and came home. He maintained that happy disposition he'd had from day one.
Then, he developed a problem with his belly button that had to be repaired right away. So, back to the hospital he went.
But he came home and went right back to being the happy sweet boy he always was.
Later, he had to go back and forth for more troubles with his breathing. More hospital visits and more doctors and more pokes. But, always the happy baby he always was.
Eventually, we noticed that his eyes were very crossed. The dr. noticed, too. So, Snort got glasses.
Can you see how he has maintained his sweet, happy disposition?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SNORT!!!