Nine years ago today, I was slowly making re-entry back into the world of the sane. Well... the nearly sane anyways.
Meego was born that morning. FINALLY! Crazy kid was 2 weeks past due - biggest fattest baby in the nursery. By that time, I had nearly lost my grip on reality. Funny things happen to a woman's mind when she goes past her due date. Crazy strange things.
But he was well worth the wait. And true to his beginnings, he takes his time getting things done. No rush. No type A.
Meego is the baby of the brood, the "caboose". Maybe I treat him a little differently than I did his brothers when they were his age. I walk him to school for instance. Wolfgang likes to remind me that I allowed him to walk to school without me in third grade. Yeah, well.... if I remember, it was Wolfgang's idea...
Anyway, Meego - my fat happy baby - is nine today. Such a big number.