I can still remember where I was on September 11th, 2001 between 7-8 a.m. I was driving to work listening to the radio when the announcers started screaming. The second tower had just been hit. I was confused. It almost felt like a dream. To hear the announcers completely lose control like that on air was a bit unnerving. I remember the drive home that day too. The awkward sound of silence. We were so used to hearing the planes flying into O'hare...now just unbelievable silence. That was a day that I will surely never forget.
Five years later, on September 11th, 2006 at almost that exact time my view of "that" day changed. We were blessed with a beautiful little boy! Dylan Carter was born at 8:38 a.m. weighing in at a very healthy 9 lbs. 15 oz. We were ecstatic! James now had a little birthday buddy.
So yesterday he turned 3. I know I have said it over a hundred times, but I really do wonder WHERE does that time go?! It never really felt like we had a baby for long...Dylan was crawling, then walking at 9 months, and talking in complete sentences we could understand by 10 months! He's always been a little a head of the game, but he really had to if he wanted to keep up the rest of the kids. At just 2 years old he was reciting verses out the Bible!
After Mackenzie was born we started seeing some more of our "baby" coming out. He definitely thinks he's the comedian of the family and when he's not laughing, he's sucking his thumb. All the other kids used a pacifier that I could take away before they were 2, but it's next to impossible to take away a thumb. Every time he holds his little blankie the thumb goes in. Here's a funny story though:
James & I were almost rolling on the floor laughing!
Well, our little baby turned 3 yesterday. It's hard to believe sometimes that our kids are growing up. We hold them when they are born and always say we can't wait until they are crawling, walking and talking....then when they do we sometimes wish they would stop;) Dylan is a regular ball of energy these days. Always trying to come up with a funny phrase or noise to make. He loves being dressed up in princess clothes by Madison or sneaking into Brett's room and finding something to claim as his own. Dylan truly loves his biggest brother and wants to be just like him. I am also finding I do more laundry these days than ever before. Dylan will sneak off and change clothes 3-4 times a day. He always leaves us wondering what he will do or say next.