S: Caleb : Birth - 6 Months Old
FC: CALEB BLAKE BOULWARE
1: A new baby is like the beginning of all things, hope, a dream of possibilities.
2: CALEB BLAKE BOULWARE August 8, 2012 9:20 am 3.1 Pounds 15 1/2 Inches Long
3: BABY CALEB
4: TWINKLE TOES
7: FAMILY IS LOVE
8: SOMETIMES THE LITTLEST THINGS TAKE UP THE MOST ROOM IN YOUR HEART. - Winne the Pooh
10: 1st Time Dad got to hold baby Caleb | 1st Time Grandma Cindy held Caleb
11: If you don't believe in miracles always remember you are one
21: Welcome Home
23: our new baby boy is a gift beyond measure a wonder to hold and a lifetime to treasure with then perfect fingers and ten tiny toes two bright eyes and a cute little nose. this soft little one is a bundle of love a beautiful boy sent from above his life is a miracle filled with pure joy what a blessing to welcome our own little boy!
26: First Days Home
29: LAUGH AS MUCH AS YOU BREATH AND LOVE AS LONG AS YOU LIVE
34: 3 MONTHS
37: IM 3 MONTHS OLD
38: 3 Month Check Up 7.9 Pounds!!!
41: 3 months old
42: 4 months
48: 5 MONTHS OLD | ROLLING OVER | Tracking
50: 5 Months
51: The Cutest Baby in the World
52: CUTE AS A BUTTON
53: OUR SWEET BABY
54: you are my sunshine my only sunshine... you make me happy when skies are gray....
55: Lil Man
60: 6 MONTHS | 11.2 Pounds 24 inches Long
64: First visit to G-ma Cindy Lou
65: Our Lil Man
73: How God Chooses Preemie Mothers Did you ever wonder how mothers of premature babies are chosen? Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint, Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter. Patron Saint, Celia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins. Patron Saint. . .give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles. "Give her a preemie." The angel is curious. "Why this one, God? She's so happy." "Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel." "But does she have the patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off she'll handle it. "I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has a world of its own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy." "But Lord, I don't think she even believes in you." God smiles. "No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness." The angel gasps, "Selfishness? Is that a virtue?" God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see, ignorance, cruelty, prejudice--and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side." "And what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air. God smiles. "A mirror will suffice