Don't get all excited

I haven't had the baby boy yet.

But, five years ago today, I gave birth to Trea. And I just want to say, she still amazes me. She's so smart, and fun, and observant, and headstrong. She made me sick as a dog for months on end and put me through 12.5 hours of labor, but she was so totally worth it.

Happy Birthday Trea!

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Kimberly said…
Happy birthday to Trea! Five year olds are so great.

Hope you have that baby boy soon! I have "Kristen due" in huge letters on my November calendar, so I'm thinking of you every day!
8:01 PM
Ariana said…
Happy birthday to her!! I can't believe our babies are 5 (well, Preston will be in a few months). Time sure flies!! I keep checking on here to see if you've had your baby...hope all goes well!
3:14 PM
Small head said…
have a happy birthday trea :)
even though i dont know who you are ;)
3:21 AM
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