This last weekend would have been my sons first birthday had he not been in such a hurry to enter the world. For those of you who don’t know, my son was born nine weeks early and spent the first six weeks in NICU.
Sunday morning we went to Ihop with great grandpa and Brady was sporting his first birthday shirt, which now fits better than two months ago. For the rest of the afternoon we experienced his new behavioral pattern. Happy go lucky one minute. Screaming, arching back and the occasional tears the next. Today’s picture is of the latter. He and I were hanging out in the Man Cave working on a photography project. One minute he was laughing and playing, the next moment I capture this image.