No foolin! He was born on April 1, 2005. I remember spending most of my time in labor watching TV as every station kept vigil outside Pope John Paul II's apartment in the Vatican, waiting for the light to go out to signal his death. Nurses would poke their heads in and ask if he died yet. I kept thinking "This is so morbid. I hope my baby is not born on the day the Pope dies" and he wasn't! Ethan was born that afternoon and JPII passed the next day. I guess it wouldn't have mattered in the end. The two events are forever intertwined in my memory.
We brought chocolate iced Krispy Kremes for his treat to class today. We were at the donut shop by 8:30 am and who knew they handed you a free, hot, original glazed doughnut as you walk in the place?!?! Not me, or I would probably take the kids to breakfast there more often! Maybe it's best I didn't know.
Happy Birthday Babers! Yes, you're 4 now.
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