Why yes, that is my handsome soldier and fat-cheeked first baby.

It’s hard to make out in this picture but there is a shiny, yellow lovey laying on top of him.  It’s frayed and worn and not too shiny anymore but he still sleeps with his lovey every night.  The thumb sucking didn’t stop until he was six.

This snowsuit worn by Foster his first winter walking was the same one that my little brother wore when he was one.

Shortly before his first birthday, Foster loved climbing in and out of this rocker.  The rocking chair was Chris’s when he was little.