Just over a week ago, this precious, handsome little boy turned 7 years old! How time flies. It feels like just yesterday that he was an infant in my arms. He is sweet and funny! He loves Star Wars, Yu-Gi-Oh and Pokemon. In fact, he had to have a Yu-Gi-Oh party this year! That was a little tough for Mom. He is the most thoughtful and unselfish kid I have ever met. He is always looking out for his siblings and if he gets a treat, he always is looking for someone to share it with. HIs newest obsession is that he wants to go hang out in the attic! Not sure why or where that came from, but I am "mean" because I wont let him! :) I have really enjoyed having this little guy in our family!

He was born September 23rd, 2003 in Missoula Montana at 11:08am. I was induced 10 days early, but had been having contractions all night and was dialated to a "4 1/2" when I got to the hospital, so I still wonder if I was in the early stages of labor anyways. I was being induced so Kirk could be home for the birth, since he had to leave 1 week later for Afghanistan. They put a little pill on my cervix to get it ready for induction, but it put me into labor pretty quick. By 9am they broke my water to really speed things up and I asked for an epidural (because, let's face it, I am a chicken and was afraid to be in a ton of pain). The anesthesiologist was busy, so he didn't make it to my room till about 10:30am. By that time, I was having to go pee every 2 seconds because they had been pumping me full of IV fluids to get ready for the epidural. The baby's heartrate was starting to have some fluctuations, but we weren't sure if it was from me literally being up every couple of minutes or what. Once the anethesiologist got in there, things started getting crazy. He was trying to put the epidural in, but Evan's heartrate kept disappearing. Again, the nurse thought that the monitor might not be picking it up well because of the position I was in. I don't quite remember how it happened, but he must have had a significant drop because the next thing I knew there were 15 nurses (okay I am not sure how many, but the room was full) and they were calling the Dr who worked in the hospital. He came running in and did an exam and yelled "We have a prolapse." Everyone kind of paused with looks of horror on their faces and Kirk said "Shouldn't she turn over and get on all fours?" That seemed to snap them out of it and the Dr told me to do that and the nurse put her hand on the babies head to hold it up off of my cervix. It was one of the most painful things I have ever experienced! I felt like a horse! Anyway, they rolled me down the hall like that with the nurse sitting at the end of my bed, me on all fours, crying out in pain, having rapid contractions that I couldn't prepare for and Kirk running along side. I remember seeing a couple of belt buckles as we passed people walking down the halls of the hospital. Good thing they threw a sheet over the top of me, huh! :) Anyway, less than 4 minutes from the time the Dr got there, Evan was born. I remember them shooting the anethesia into my IV as we were going down the hall. I realized my arm felt like it was on fire and the Dr said not to worry it was just the meds to make me go to sleep. They transfered me to the surgery table and I remember two nurses each pouring a bottle of betadine on my stomach as the Dr was lowering the scalpel to begin the incision. I thought "Oh no! I am not asleep. I am going to feel everything." And I started to steel myself for the pain, but the next thing I knew, I was waking up and I heard them say they needed to put me back on the gurney to wheel me to recovery, so I stood up and walked onto the gurney. All the nurses freaked out (remember, this was like 10 minutes after he was born). Anyway, all the nurses gave me a hard time about that later! :) My handsome little boy was born though. He was 7lbs 5.5oz.

I swore he had brown hair, but when we got him home and in the sun I realized it was bright red! A dark red, like mine, instead of a blond red like Alison's. He grew so fast. This picture to the right was taken when he was only about a month old if I remember correctly. I had to switch him to 3-6 month clothes at that time and finally packed away his newborn clothes when he was only 6 weeks old! His pediatrician always said he was going to be a star football player! Evan is fulfilling that prophecy now by playing flag football for the first time!

I had forgotten about this glow worm! How cute is that! Look at that budda belly! What a sweet little boy.
He got a swing for Christmas and this was his first time in it. He didn't ever really like it though. He preferred to be held. He was a little colicky and didn't sleep well at night for a long time. I remember him being 4 months old and still crying at night.

We Love You Evan! Thanks for being a part of our family!