My little boy Christian was born January 25, 2000 at 1:16 p.m. in Memphis, TN. I remember the first time I saw him. I couldn't believe my husband and I created this little baby that I was now holding. I didnt get to hold him long though. I held him for 15 minutes after he was born. My husband then came and snatched him away from me. They balled up and went to sleep together. And that is the way it still is today.

Now with my son about to be three years old I can't help but reflect on the past. My little boy is now a big boy. Who stands up to go potty. Who is able to feed himself. Who rarely asks mommy for help anymore. Who can tend to his sister with the carefulness of an adult. He amazes me more and more everyday. I can't help but wonder where did all that time go. My husband says I pay more attention to my son than my daughter which may be true. I don't mean to though.

I remember everything about my kids, but I am still learning. Christian is a beautiful child. He has bright blue eyes. Wild bonde hair. Chubby cheeks. We call him Mini-me because he looks identical to his father. Just a minitaure version. I get so aggrevated with them. They will shy and the same time, laugh at the same time, and make the same exact faces at exactly the same time. It drives me crazy. But at the same time it makes me feel good inside. Christian wants to be like his daddy and in my opinion that is a good thing.

Christian was an easy going child and very well behaved. Everyone would compliment on what such a good child we had. Then came our daughter Angelique. After she was born Christian turned into a monster. He was destroying everything. Yelling, backtalking, hitting, biting. I didn't understand what had happened to my perfect baby boy. Jealousy.

He is getting better. Him and his sister still fight constantly but hey do have their cute, GOOD moments. They are very far and few in between but they are there. Things got worse once Angelique started walking. I felt like pulling my hair out. BUt now he understands that he has to share with his sister. He is not the only child anymore more. Plus he finally understood when I told him, "Put your sister down. She isn't a toy" He loved to try to hold her. Mainly when I walked out of the room to go do something.

Despite what I have said my son is not the spawn of satan. He is just two and being two has the joy of bringing the terrible twos with it. Although my husband and I are holding on to sanity by a hair we will make it. Being 19 and having a few grey hairs is fun. Especially when an eight year old tells you you look 30!!! But being so young with 2 children 20 months in age apart from each other can cause aging and of course grey hair.

Christian is a wonderfully intellengent boy. He can't stand to see anyone cry. Except for maybe his sister. He loves to take care of people. He loves to please people. He is such a wonderful child. Just looking at him will make you smile.
Christian at Family Reunion March of 2002
Christian in 2000 with his cousin Serenna and his aunt Michelle
Christian in 2000 sitting on his bed full with stuffed toys. I love this picture. He just looks so precious.


Christian at the family reunion in 2002.
Christian on Halloween. He was not happy about taking the picture.