My kid Jake is 9 today.  He's pretty stoked about it...he's dying to get into double digits and this year is the last year he'll be in singles...

Jake's my youngest, my last child, and my summer solstice baby.  Born at a little after 6 in the evening, he took his time coming but when he decided it was time, he came fast.  Dave had to stick his head out of my hospital room and yell for a nurse because I was pushing (didn't want to or mean to, but I just couldn't help it)...she came running, took one look at the top of Jake's head and yellled for someone to call the doctor.

So, Jacob Solomon made his big entrance weighing in at 8 and a half lbs.  He was a happy baby, and he's a happy kid.  He takes a lot of crap from his siblings, but he tolerates most of it well. 

He's especially proud of his accomplishments in the last year; he's gone from C and B grades to A's and B's...and he's signed up to play pee wee football later this fall, something he's really looking forward to (he has a great arm too).

Happy birthday, Jake!  Dad says to tell you he's sorry he can't be here, but that he's going to make sure he's here for next year and we'll make up for it then.

I love you, bud....