is for Lil C
My handsome young lad.
When you were born, you were not breathing. You got stuck in the birth canal and the doctors had to use the forceps to get you out. They rushed you off to the special care nursery to revitalize your 8 pound 2 ounce body. You were whisked away so quickly I did not even get to hold you in my arms. (In fact, you "saw" every member of the family before I laid eyes on you for the first time.)
You had a nice cone shaped head with a little bit of light blond peach fuzz. You were the best little baby I had ever known. You rarely cried, except for 1 month of colic hell, and you were so easy to make smile.
When you were 9 months old you got the chicken pox. You were so good about it! You hung out at Nana's house until you were no longer contagious...... my little polka dot prince!
Such an angel while you slept.
A super ham all the time. Any chance you got to perform, you took it!
You and your baseball........ you loved to play! You ate, slept and drank and breathed baseball.