S turned 4 today. Many of you might think that he is too old to call him the baby. You think wrong. As does he, who isn't thrilled when it slips out of my mouth on occassion. My friend Chris delivered him and I remember on the day he was born well. The second he was delivered Chris called his wife Carol, who was in F's class reading to the students, to announce the arrival of the newest brother. I also remember feeling the best after his birth than any of the others. I had such horrible deliveries round one and two, we scheduled a c-section for this one and it was night a day difference not recovering from a c-section after laboring hard for 24 hrs!I also remember Chris coming into my room at one point asking me if he wanted me to shoo "the circus" out. We had pizza, friends, neighbors, the works, and honestly, I loved having "the circus" around. I finally felt good enough after a birth to have people around instead sleeping the pain away. I also loved having a great doctor who was looking out for me, while everyone else looked out for the baby. What a wonderful final birthing experience. And what a wonderful boy. Even though his favorite word is "toilet."