J+M+J
Joseph is one year old already. How time flies. I remember the day of his birth well.
It was almost five o’clock in the morning, Monday, June 26, 2006. A little light was begining to come through the blinds of my downstairs bedroom. Dad was gently waking me up. Though it was a week before the baby boy’s due date, I knew what that meant immediately. “The baby?” I asked. Dad told me that Mom was having hard contractions, and that they might need to leave for the hospital soon. Then he left, telling me that he would come and get me if they needed to leave. Only five minutes later I heard Landon whisper: “Sarah, Mom and Dad are going to the hospital!” Well, one can imagine that in only a moment I was upstairs. Dad informed me that Grandma Kathy, who lived about an hour and fifteen minutes away, was coming, then they left.
Landon and I began to clean up the filthy kitchen, wondering what his name would be, how much he would weigh, ect. ect. when we had almost finished, Grandma arrived. We had breakfast, talked, and finished the cleaning. Gradually other children got up, and were very suprised to find Grandma upstairs.
Around 8:45 Dad called from the hospital. He told us that the baby had been born at 8:30. I can’t remember if he told us the measurments of the baby or if that hadn’t been done yet. If it hadn’t been done yet Mom’s friend Mrs. Whaler told us when she called a while later. Anyway, we found out some how that the baby weighed 9lb 2oz, was 19 1/2 inches long, and there were 13 1/4 inches around his head. She had talked to Dad and told us that He and Mom were considering Joseph as a first name.
Later in the morning we all went outside. It was a beautiful day with not a cloud in the sky. I was trying on middle names to the name Joseph, using names off of Mom’s middle name list. Joseph was Pope Benedict XVI’s name, so I tried those names together. I found that the name Benedict did sound good with the name Joseph. I told Grandma “I would like it if they called him Joseph Benedict.”
After we went inside we did various things to pass the time, including picking up, playing, and around noon, having lunch.
Everyone was downstairs when Mom and Dad came home at 12:30. I heard them come in and I shot up the stairs. I was the first to see my sleeping little baby brother. His name was Joseph Benedict. Grandma left that same day. For the next several nights I stayed up until two in the morning with him while Mom slept. He opened his eyes for the first time in the middle of the night in the dim light. And he GREW!
Back to the present. I made a white cake for his birthday and decorated it with red frosting. It wasn’t that hard, and I did OK, except for the J and P in his name.
Here he is not very messy yet.
Not the case here!
I wonder if he ate more of his cake than he threw on the floor, but he seemed to like it.
A+M+D+G