Stop it. Just stop it. He is going to turn 5 next, and I just can not even fathom having a 5 year old. This time passing thing is just getting out of control. Can we freeze it right here please? Next Delilah is going to 1, and I am just not going to be able to handle it. I should probably start looking for a brown paper bag now to start breathing into...
Ok enough with the dramatics. Here's the photojournalistic trip down memory lane. As I do every year, I took a picture of my precious "baby" boy on the morn of his Birthday. Lets start from the begining...
2010
**Well, I tried to anyway. I tip toed down the stairs and quietly peeked into his room and was ready to snap the picture...when I see no Lincoln in his bed!
Mommy: "Uhhhh, Lincoln, buddy where are you?"
Lincoln: "Hi Mommy."
Mommy: Looks frantically around dark room to see Lincoln in front of his dresser searching through his underwear drawer. "Whatcha doing dude?"
Lincoln: "It's my Birthday I need to get dresssseeedddd now!"
Mommy: "Can you grab monkey and hop back into bed for a quick picture first?"
Lincoln: "Sure, but make it real quick!"
Mommy: "OK then."
Just trying to keep the tradition alive folks. And apparently in the future I will be going back to setting an alarm to take a picture in the wee hours of the morning to stay ahead of this kid.
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