Happy birthday to Koy, my youngest grandchild at this time. Three years ago I had made many trips with Koy's mom, Tammy, to the hospital thinking she was in labor, only to be sent home. The nurse there was on a first-name basis with her, but didn't care enough to keep her there and get things going! When the big day finally arrived it didn't take long to get that sweet little boy here. He came so fast his face was all bruised and swollen. He was so dark bluet hat Kayden was afraid of him. I remember sitting Kayden on the bed while his mom was holding Koy and he was crying. He kept pulling on his hand and looking at Tammy's hand where she had the IV in. I realized that Kayden was afraid of the IV in her hand because of all the times he had an IV in his hand. He didn't like it at all, and he didn't like Koy. Man, has that changed! Koy follows Kayden around everywhere.

Koy is a real goer, into everything. He isn't afraid to try something new, including any kind of food. He will jump right in to any activity and isn't afraid of going up to people and just starting a conversation. He has the cutest deep, husky voice, and can melt you with his big dark eyes. He loves his grandma's "bugs" and will follow his grandpa anywhere. We love to have him around. What a doll he is! Happy birthday, Koy!