Amazing. Seriously. I remember when we brought him home from the hospital and how easily he cried. His room was in the back half of the loft in our Barrington house -- with French Doors, and a glider rocker, and the minute he cried we tried to get him to stop crying.
And he was so beautiful and had big hands and feet. And I spent hours and hours on the floor with him. He loved farm animals and then toy trucks and eventually toy swords and guns. He had an amazing vocabulary and spoke quite articulately on his favorite topics. He loved dressing up and made friends at the park and alternately tortured and hugged his little brother.
Here are his school books. He's majoring in history, and, in addition to taking a history class with the professor he loved last semester, he'll take Latin, Composition, and Art History.
This is the night before he moves in, and we went out to Newicks for dinner. John and Sharon are in town and looking for a place to live in Portsmouth --whoohooo!
We spent way too much time not talking about Josh unfortunately, but he is an awesome kid. We picked up ice cream on the way home and had sundaes. Can't believe he's leaving tomorrow.