My little man-child, bestest monster truck driver, ax-man, and all around little love bug, turns six tomorrow. I was looking back over his baby pictures - which I still need to scan in since they're on old fashioned film negatives - and it made me wonder where the time went. I remember being pregnant with him, puking my guts out for the first four months, and then feeling like I was carsick for the remainder. When I finally had him, at the petite size of 8 lb. 8 oz., I had no clue what to do with a baby boy with a fireman's hose. That kid shot me numerous times until I figured out how to cover pieces and parts with a diaper. And now, he's a big six year old. I just can't believe how the time has flown. He's reading and writing and I'm so proud. I guess you can't tell :-).

No matter how old he gets, some things will never change:

He still sucks the same fingers:

He still enjoys "getting into" his food:

He still loves gettin' dirty:

He still loves wrastlin' and to make his mommy scared:

He still loves the snow - only five minutes at a time:

And he's still Hubby's bestfriend and hunting buddy:

I love ya, C-dub. Have a wonderful 6th birthday little man.