Four!

When I climbed onto the surgery table four years ago today, I knew that Elliot would be my last baby. The length of my child bearing years had been determined long before that early morning. My course had been set when baby Mabel's errant foot tried to exit my body first. Four c-sections seemed like enough. And so it was with joy, and with surprising emotion, that we welcomed our dear Elliot into this world.

(His was my only birth where I felt present and slightly emotional. I blame my robot-like emotion at the rest of my births on the morphine.)

Four years later, he is still my sweet baby, and he knows it. He is about a head smaller than his friends (who all happen to be girls), but what he lacks in height he makes up for in personality. We sure love you, dude!

Fun fact: He wore this same outfit to church for his birthday last year, too.