Aaron had a rude awakening this morning. I had a little time, and he had some pretty bad snarls, so as soon as he woke up, I grabbed him and the clippers. Now he's sporting a fuzzy crew cut. He didn't mind them much, but between the bath and the haircut, he decided he'd done enough and conked right out again. Lucky kid...
In medical literature, babies with Trisomy 18 are "incompatible with life." Our precious son, Aaron, defied the odds, not only living, but thriving and loving his life. He passed away 13 years, 6 months and ten days after his birth. This is an effort to share his joy in his journey. Like the little purple pansy, he was tiny, but strong and still brightens his corner of the world.
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Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Haircut!
Aaron had a rude awakening this morning. I had a little time, and he had some pretty bad snarls, so as soon as he woke up, I grabbed him and the clippers. Now he's sporting a fuzzy crew cut. He didn't mind them much, but between the bath and the haircut, he decided he'd done enough and conked right out again. Lucky kid...
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