He's definitely our silliest one, too. Who else would sit and make a hundred different faces and want me to take a picture of every last one of them? He's our dreamer and Mr. Fix-it. If something needs fixed, he finds a way to do it. One day Mikayla and I were having trouble getting an end cap into one of our risers. Treven told me all the ways I should be doing it (none of which worked) and I finally told him that if he could get it in the riser, I would give him a hundred bucks. I walked away and pretty soon I heard him banging on something. He was beating the end cap into the riser crooked. There is no way that end cap is ever coming out!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Happy 7th Birthday, Treven!
Exactly 7 years ago, this little man joined our family and we haven't been the same since! He was the biggest of our babies weighing in at 8lbs 3 oz (and one full week early!) and now he's our littlest. Mostly because he's a picky eater!
He's definitely our silliest one, too. Who else would sit and make a hundred different faces and want me to take a picture of every last one of them? He's our dreamer and Mr. Fix-it. If something needs fixed, he finds a way to do it. One day Mikayla and I were having trouble getting an end cap into one of our risers. Treven told me all the ways I should be doing it (none of which worked) and I finally told him that if he could get it in the riser, I would give him a hundred bucks. I walked away and pretty soon I heard him banging on something. He was beating the end cap into the riser crooked. There is no way that end cap is ever coming out!
He's definitely our silliest one, too. Who else would sit and make a hundred different faces and want me to take a picture of every last one of them? He's our dreamer and Mr. Fix-it. If something needs fixed, he finds a way to do it. One day Mikayla and I were having trouble getting an end cap into one of our risers. Treven told me all the ways I should be doing it (none of which worked) and I finally told him that if he could get it in the riser, I would give him a hundred bucks. I walked away and pretty soon I heard him banging on something. He was beating the end cap into the riser crooked. There is no way that end cap is ever coming out!
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Happy, Happy Birthday Treven...I love you! Hope you had a wonderful day...guess what? I have your T-R-E-V-E-N wood letters cut out for you!
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