You Knew This Was Coming, Darb

My young'un turns 30 today. He blogged about it first, so he's opened the door. Of course, last year I documented the events surrounding his actual birth, so this year I thought I'd just toss in a few early pictures. Why only the early pictures? Because he who turns 30 today has all the family albums and is still working on scanning all the old photographs and putting them on CDs for his mother who has no room for photograph albums in her 400 square foot home on wheels. Whew, that was a bit of a run on sentence, wasn't it?

Darb says that turning a year older is simply that, and he's right. The law says we're adults at 18 but at what age do we truly become adult? For some, it may be 30, for others, never. Having the trappings of adulthood--a wife, a job, a house, bills, doesn't necessarily mean that you're ready to grow up. And hey, who said that being a grown up was so great anyway?


This was taken in the pediatric ICU unit--it was the first day we were actually able to hold Darby, five days after his birth.

At 13 months his smile for the camera is natural. Not so much in later years.


Darb's first attempt at shaving. I think he's up to about once a week now, right Darb? Heh.


When Darb says birthdays aren't a big deal, he means it. He's felt that way since age three.

It was so much easier to buy birthday gifts for Darby at age 5 than it is now.


At age six, birthdays are fun and he's cool.


By the next year, birthdays are not high on Darb's list of fun things again. Sigh.

Okay, I think that's enough teasing for one day. Happy Yet Another Day in Your Life, Darby Joe.