Two days after Halloween many moons ago, our 2nd son, Jason was born. I always knew I'd have two boys. After Justin, we were experts in the boy department so we were ready for #2.
Jason was a beautiful baby, dark with olive skin, small - at least to me...6 lbs 7 oz. But he was born hungry. And he never let us forget it. He took his bottle well. And then he spit up. Again. And again. But his pediatrician pronounced him a fine, healthy baby and said he'd stop spitting up when he started to walk. The doctor was correct...he started walking at 9 months and the spitting up ceased. Just like that!
As the months passed, life with Justin (a toddler) and our baby soon slipped into life with "the boys". It was fun, and there was never a dull moment. Jason always called Justin "brother" or at least he tried to say it. Mostly it came out "brudder" and it was just adorable. Once my parents took the boys to the store and Jason went up and down the Hot Wheels aisle, pointing to certain cars, and saying, over and over, "We have this one, huh brudder?"
Jason was, and still is, a talker (that's a good thing!). He had white blonde hair and he was a doll. By the time he was two, he was tagging along when Don was practicing tee ball and soccer with Justin. Those toddler days were the beginning of a run of MANY years watching our boys play ball. When Jennifer came along, she joined the crowd and went to her first soccer game at 4 wks. old. It was heaven and so much fun!! So many stories were lived out on those fields at the ballpark. Lessons learned...lifelong friends...family time. I miss it.
I love being a mom. I loved it then, and I love it now. And I love you Jason!! Happy Birthday son!!