Life with 4 little DeYoungs: Lavahead

I'd like to introduce you to my sweet oldest child and only son. When he was in kindergarten he told me in the car one day after school, "Mom, did you know that lava is red? Red like my hair! I told Mrs. W. that from now on I want everyone to call me Lavahead!" The name stuck and he's been Lavahead ever since.

He is 8 and loves playing flag football, grilled chicken with rice a roni and corn, Batman, Star Wars, Transformers, Legos, playing games inside and outside, checking his traps in the yard (he's caught the same dimwit possum 4 times now), making people laugh, and snuggling with his mommy no matter how big he gets.

There's nothing he hates more than hearing one of his little sisters cry.

His big blue eyes melt my heart and his jokes genuinely crack me up.

The first day I was home alone with him I remember laying next to this tiny bundle in my bed just staring at him. He had a cone-on-a-cone head (long birth story that I'll share another time) but was still the most beautiful baby I'd ever laid eyes on. I suddenly felt closer to God than ever before. I had been blessed with the ability to take part in the miracle of life. I felt so humble. I realized the enormity of God's sacrifice of His son on the cross. I knew I would never be able to do something like that. I thanked the Lord for this precious little boy and I've thanked the Lord for him every day since.

I don't just love Lavahead, I like him. A lot.