A Little Birthday

Today we celebrate the day Seth Franklin came to live with us. Pardon me if I cry while I write this post? These pictures are just so sweet, and I can’t believe how blessed I am…

Seth was born at home…welcomed warmly by his adoring big brother and sister. I called him my little California Raisin ’cause he was all wrinkled and purple, a bit bruised from his entry into our world.
This faded quickly, and we began to see what a handsome little face he had.

It became apparent quite quickly that he carried a lot of family resemblence.

Everyone says he looks like his Uncle Jordan.

He was such a good baby – sleeping 20-22 hours a day at first, and learning to sleep through the night at 3 months with just a little help.

And did I mention happy? Jolly? Joyfull? Extremely kissable???

Angelic??? With a delightful habit of sticking out his tongue to accent every expression?

We’re so blessed to have this little man in our lives. Now he is crawling, standing, excited about walking, learning to do sign language, and cutting his 6th tooth.   Happy Birthday, Seth Franklin!!!