Who needs a dishwasher?

Just get yourself a handy-dandy lush dawg.

The Mexican. He is, additionally, good for floor cleaning, table begging, child entertainment, barking at nothing, and being an all-around loveable doofus.

(And I only want to microwave him sometimes. Really.)

My Wiggle Bean

March, 21 2006. The first time we ever saw Braden James Carroll. And he was, indeed, very small – about an inch long. The picture says,”9 weeks, 2 days.” That is actually the time since the start of the last period I had had at the time. It had actually been 7 weeks and 2 days since Braden had been conceived.

He was not even a full 2 months old. Just 7 weeks. And his little heart was beating. I saw it.

Seeing my son for the first time since I had learned that he was alive inside of me was an experience which sparked a feeling in me that I cannot find the words to describe. Such emotion washed over me as to literally take my breath away. It was something like having a part of your brain and your soul that was dead for your whole life just suddenly awakening and coming to life.

He did a little wiggly, squirmy dance for us while we were looking at him. From that day on, we called him “Wiggle Bean.”

I thank God for my Wiggle Bean. No matter how big he gets, I will always remember how he was once so small, and yet he was more important to me than the whole world. And always will be.