Today is Weston’s birthday! Yes, my baby brother is now 18. This means he is no longer a minor, and will go to jail. So keep that in mind, Weston. Just kidding, he is a pretty good kid. I was almost 9 when he was born, so he was always our living, breathing, baby doll. It was awesome. We had our own “baby alive” doll. Want to know what he was like as a child?

He was an active little boy, who would call his friend by the age of 3, many times a day, all day. He would ride his tractor over to his friend’s house. Before we had a chance to notice he disappeared, they would call telling us Weston was at their house. He went through many sets of stitches before age 3, and still loves to ride 4 wheelers. (That last picture was not fun. The back axle wasn’t quite right when we left on a ride, and 15 minutes later, the back wheels no longer turned. Weston had to hole the handle bars straight, while I held the back axle to keep the bike on the rack of my bike. I didn’t realize how many hills there are between that spot and the cabin. Down hill was just as bad as going up hill. I was either holding on to the bike so it wouldn’t roll off, or pushing on the bike so it didn’t roll on top of me. Rough ride, but Weston had fun.)

To finish off my siblings, some things you might not know about Weston:

• He bed hopped when he was little. He slept with Christina almost every night. Sometimes he would get the courage to come to my room (it was in the basement), and then I would send him back to Christina anyway. Poor kid.
• He could tie knots by the time he like 4. He definitely tied us in our rooms a few times.
• He’s not a fan of ice cream? I think that’s right. I know it’s some delicious dessert food.
• He really enjoys to dj.

Happy Birthday, Weston! We love you so much!