Hey everyone,
Today is a very special day for several reasons. Three very great men have birthday's today. Well two really...but Jackson is nine weeks old today, so we will run with that.
Today marks the birth of my dad, Sonny Inmon, and my buddy since about 7th grade, Randy Smith. Two of the greatest guy's ever!
It is really hard to believe that my Dad has been deceased now for almost 28 years. Cancer really sucks! He would have turned 67 today. I would have loved to have sat out on my back deck and shared a cold Michelob with him watched him bounce Jackson on his knee. For all of you who knew him, take a moment to remember his big smile, kind heart, warm laugh, and ornery attitude. Guy's, seriously, do me a favor, after you read this post, call your fathers and tell them you love them, if you don't love them at least call them to say hello. Take advantage of what you have today, because you never know what may be gone tomorrow.
Okay, sorry, didn't mean to get so heavy hearted with such a happy title post. But happy birthday Dad, I love you!
That goes for you too Smitty, hope you had a great day and were able to hook up with the usual suspects for a happy birthday beer; you old goat! About time you caught up to Hilgers and I!
When we get back to Swingtown in August I will buy you a belated birthday beer, or two.
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Thoughts, reflections, photos, and happenings of the Inmon family in sunny South Carolina.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Thursday, May 17, 2007
Happy two month B-Day Jackson
Holy cow! It seems like only yesterday that he was making his way out of the womb!
We met with the Doc today and he is progressing well. Now in the 25 percentile for his age group. Now keep in mind those measurements are based on bottle fed babies which typically gain weight at a faster pace than those whom are breast fed. But I digress, I am not too concerned with the percentages...If you look at the BMI charts (Body Mass Index) I am obese. Therefore...whatever, as long as he and I are healthy that is all that matters.
We met with the Doc today and he is progressing well. Now in the 25 percentile for his age group. Now keep in mind those measurements are based on bottle fed babies which typically gain weight at a faster pace than those whom are breast fed. But I digress, I am not too concerned with the percentages...If you look at the BMI charts (Body Mass Index) I am obese. Therefore...whatever, as long as he and I are healthy that is all that matters.
Enjoy the two month old baby pictures of him in his swing.
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The blog is alive and well and so are we!
Well it has been too damn long since last post and I am not really sure where to start. So I will let you know, Casey, Jackson has not yet grown a beard...the postings have been slow but not that slow. More like how slow I am on the bike right now. Anyway I wanted to get back to our trip with Aunt Debbie to Folley Beach. If you remember I was going to tell you the story about Tanner and his off road adventure. It all started out when we decided to walk down the old road out to the lighthouse on Folley Beach. The road has been closed for years but there are still some old concrete foundations scattered about the roadway. It is really interesting to imagine what they used to be, old trader buildings, government buildings, slave trader dwellings, or maybe an old saloon or two? Who knows? Well Tanner found a big walking stick and decided to go off road and do a little exploring. All was well until we heard the faint, slightly scared voice calling out for Mom. As we looked back to see Tan we spied him walking very gingerly among the flora, never taking his eyes off of the ground. When he finally made it to concrete we were stunned to see that he had jumped into a field full of nasty Cacti. Click on the pictures to see how big these damn things were. And to top it off they were like Velcro, every time you tried to pry one off of his pants they would stick to you! Thank God that his flip flops had a leather foot bed to them or it could have been really worse. But Tan is a tough little guy, never shed a tear, never complained. What a trooper. If my big arse would have been with him in my $1.98 Wal-Mart special flip flops I would have been in serious trouble. But his cat like reflexes saved his skinny little butt.
We have a lot to catch you all up on but this it for now. Have to go take care of my little man. He is two months old today, or for all you mom's out there...8 weeks old. He is now up to the big weight of 10 pounds and three ounces. But very unhappy about having to get five shots this morning. Can't blame him. More pictures to come. And by the way...just wanted to let you know how lucky I am to have such a wonderful, beautiful family. I have been truly blessed.
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