Saturday, September 27, 2008

The Magic Birthday

Jonah turned 10 on the 10th. We surprised him and Ben and took them to see the Tigers at Comerica park. We watched about 4 innings of baseball and walked around the rest of the time.

Here we were offered $20 to do this.





Great Grandpa Kelley's brick outside Comerica















By the big tiger.

Jonah, Holier than most kids




Jonah neglected

After lengthy, glowing posts about Andrew in May, then Ben in June, I pretty much neglected Jonah this birthday month. Time to make up for that.
The day Jonah was born (9/10/98), was the proudest day of my life. I would say that planning was the key. Like many new parents nowadays, we had a "birth plan". Chris wanted a home birth, but decided not to. Instead her Dr. agreed that he would put all medical equipment away, no IV's, no interventions for the baby, quiet music in the background...it was a beautiful plan. Then reality set it. Chris had a very rough labor, going on for the better part of 2 days. A good friend of ours was an OB resident who had to put an internal lead on Jonah's head (while of course, he was still on the inside). Ultimatly she then had a c-section at 1150 PM! It was then that we discovered the problem when Dr. Karnes shouted, "Look at the size of that head!" It was at that moment that we bought his first extra large pillow.

Jonah was a good looking baby.












He is a totally brainwashed MSU fan, (& no it's not alright if he roots for Michigan too!)



















I love this picture.

















Besides being helpful with his baby brothers (not Ben so much), he is smart, athletic, and very funny (he makes me laugh...Chris says he's just like me, so she doesn't laugh as much). Besides these things, he has been blessed with the spiritual gift of falling asleep anywhere.





















...asleep reading with his butt.











...asleep under his train table.











...asleep on some chairs at church













...?














Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Jonah

We always wanted our kids to have personality.















Be careful what you wish for.















Sometimes, personality may be "special needs."















Oh well, three out of four ain't bad.