This boy is six today. I snapped this picture this morning right after he woke up and opened up his present from Hanna (we’re so going to need all of these sets!).
It’s hard to believe. Seems like just yesterday he was the most serious newborn anyone had ever met. The nurses in the maternity ward adored him and called him Charlie Brown.
He became The Moose very soon after – he was unbelievably strong at a very young age. When we came home from the hospital, he could lift his head and look around. No shaking, none of that newborn head bopping they usually do.
He’s been The Moose ever since. He’s still strong. He can still be serious.
Although, now and then I do wonder if he was serious or just trying to figure out how to take things apart, even at a few days old.
It has been an adventure being his mom for the last six years, but one I wouldn’t trade for anything.
We love our Moose =)
We also love Aunt Carrie, who Caleb gets to share a birthday with.
But she’s not six today.
Happy Birthday to my favorite sister!