Today isBubba's 10thbirthday. He was the best Mother's Day present ever. He was born almost 6 weeks early, but he came at the perfect time. My dad was here in Utah on business and got to stop by the hospital to see him and take pictures home to Sweden. He was a beautiful baby with a round face and big blue eyes. We named him Oliver Riley. Oliver is such a serious name, so he was Riley, but mostly Bubba. He was born on a Saturday morning, and we brought him home on Mother's Day. As you can see he has always had an infectious grin. We have missed that grin over the past year, and are so glad he is feeling better and starting to grin again. We had many great adventures together, that first year. We would walk all over downtown, and when the weather was bad, inside the brand new Conference Center or in the Crossroads mall. Once we even got locked in the bathroom together. He was only about 5 months old when I got sick. We would lie in bed most of the day and when we were tired of the bed we would move to the couch. I was relieved to find out I wasn't dying, just pregnant again.
On the day Erik was born Bubba stayed with Mor Mor and Mor far. At 13 months old he had never spent more than an hour or 2 away from us and was still breast-feeding. When they brought him to the hospital he crawled up onto the bed, slapped my face, slid off the bed and was ready to go home with Mor far.
As a baby he was very vocal. He would babble ad goo every waking moment. He still does. The only time he doesn't talk while he is awake is when he is reading. Luckily he likes to do that a lot.
I think he looks more like the Sorensen side of the family. he could be twins with some of his cousins, but there are pictures of my dad as a kid that look like Bubba, so maybe he is a good mix. His personality is mostly Chris. One day he was in big trouble. I put him in time out on a chair, but he was still bugging and getting into things from his chair so I moved it to the back of the kitchen where the door opened out into the backyard, and then went down the stairs to the basement. He cried and cried because someone could open the back door and knock his chair down the stars to the basement. I told him the door was locked so he was safe, but he was sure he was going to die. a couple hours later Chris came home and saw the chair. His first words were "Wow that looks dangerous someone could open that door and knock the chair down the stairs."
It's hard to imagine we are half way done parenting him, it has gone so fast. Before we know it he will be on his own, and I will be showing his kids the Mona-Bubba.
