I was picked almost 6 yeas ago to be Jack's Mommy.  Don't ask me who picked me, because I don't know.  I gave birth to my little dude In September of 2003 and WOW, what a ride it's been so far.  I wouldn't change a bit of it, either!

Jack was a big baby - 20.5 inches long and 8.5 pounds.  They were worried about the growth of his head during my pregnancy, but luckily his body caught up to his giant melon.  I know how giant it was, because I delivered it!  Shortly after he was born, we figured out he had GERD.  Yup, I got up-chucked on regularly.  There were times I looked like a Rorschach test.  A little bit of Zantac, then Prevacid, and he could finally keep down food and keep it off of my jeans.  This was a good thing.

As Jack grew, so did his obsession with vacuum cleaners.  Don't ask me where it comes from.  We have no clue.  We were not allowed to walk past the vacuum aisle in a store without him being able to tell us in "Jackanese" all about the "bacuums."  It was an interesting time.  Life literally sucked for a while, but again, it was a good thing.

Fast forward to about 3 years old, and Jack's daycare invited the local fire department to drop by with one of their engines.  We were told that Jack freaked out and started climbing the teachers to get away.  Apparently that was all it took for my little dude - he was hooked.  He'll be 6 soon and he is obsessed with fire tucks, firefighters, paramedics, police, you name it.  He could probably teach fire fighters a few things about their own equipment now.

That's a brief intro to my little dude.  He's an amazing little boy, who has carried a lot on his shoulders over these past 6 years.  It's an exciting ride and there are times when we're just barely hanging on for dear life, but still wouldn't trade it for the world.

More on Jack at another date...