Our boy is NINE

 

Nine years ago, almost to this day,
We had a little baby, a firstborn son they say,
He was adorable and cute, we didn't know how to handle him.

He woke us up at night, wanting milk and to be carried.
And now we have to wake at dawn, to school to be ferried.

Oh Nigel you grow so fast, belong long you'll be a teen,
We won't know how to handle you, you better not be mean.
Well enjoy your growing up years, as your parents do the same,
You'll be a young man soon - just stop saying "so lame."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIGEL!