My first baby turns 11

We are celebrating Conor's birthday this weekend since we will be in China on his birthday the 19th, which might be Gotcha day!

My baby was born November 19, 1998 on a cold snowy day in the town of Klamath Falls.
My water broke two weeks before his due date in the middle of the night and we rushed to the Hospital, 13 hours late, including one hour of pushing Conor came into this world. And wouldn't you know being the first he had the largest head out of all my kids! He was so smart and quick to learn, he was talking whole sentences by 1 1/2 and reading by age 4. He found his love for sports at age 5 when he started T-ball and soccer. A few months after his 6th birthday he was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes and our whole world that we knew changed. We spent three days up in Portland at the Childrens Hospital and came home to a very changed life. He was such a trooper through it all and had to grow up overnight with all that he had to deal with. We didn't let it rule our life and quickly learned that he could do all of the same things that he used to enjoy doing. Now at 11, he's a little man, he's so mature and responsible, partly due to all that he has endured. He played Tackle football for the first time and fell in love with it ( against his mother's wishes) and is becoming a Rock star on his electric Guitar. He is my first and has paved the path for the others to follow, although he has his moment of stubborness he is so fun to be around and makes me so proud to be his mother. I LOVE YOU CONOR!