Look Who's 33!

Scott came into the world 9 days past due after a long, difficult labor.  He weighed a manly 9 lbs and was a stately 21 inches long. 

 A young Grandma Kenison with infant Scott.

Scott had an incredible head of hair.  We first cut his hair at 2 months old because everyone thought all that long, flowing hair meant he was a girl.

Scott at 2 months, exhausted by his first haircut.

Grandma Kenison gave us this little travel bed.  I recovered it along the way, gave it to Shelly when Kailyn was born, and Shelly's five children have used it. It's been well-used and well-loved.

Scott with cousin Brent. Scott is a couple of months younger than Brent.

Back when I was pregnant with Scott, we had to wait until delivery to find out if we were having a boy or a girl. I was shocked and appalled when the doctor announced "It's a boy!"  What did I know about raising boys???  I didn't know then that Scott would be our only son.  Of course, I loved our little boy and always wished we'd had a few more boys...

Chris, Scott, age 7 months, and Stan.

Scott, wearing a vest from Aunt Judy who had just returned from Mexico and a spiffy pink hat, borrowed from Aunt Judy's favorite stuffed teddy bear. That woman with the extra tight perm is moi.

Scott was a cute little boy. He's a pretty handsome man, too.

Scott, age 4

Scott was the world's most colicky baby, but after his doctor figured out he had severe acid reflux issues around age 3 and he got appropriate treatment, he became a very sweet little boy.

Scott, age 6

Scott always had a great affinity for the outdoors.

Scott helping at the cabin, age 7

We think of Scott as the family neat-freak. He likes things clean and tidy. As a child, he felt the need to have his sock drawer organized.  I invited him to take over that chore. I figured if I provided him with  a clean, matching pair, I had already gone the second mile.

Scott, age 10

The summer Scott turned 15, he went on the Beartooth Mountain hike for the second time with Stan and other young men from the ward.  It's a challenging 35 mile hike.  The first time Scott went he was 12 and Stan carried, pushed, and dragged him up the trail.  The second time Scott was older and much stronger and Stan got altitude sickness.  That time Scott did the carrying, pushing, and dragging.

Supper with Scott, age 15, and cousin Laighton, age 16

During the mid 90s when Scott was in high school, no young man would be seen in public without a baseball cap on.  Scott was no exception. 
I almost forgot what his real head looked like during those years.

Scott, age 16

I'm not kidding when I say it seems like just yesterday Scott was going to high school.

Scott's senior picture

Scott, as oldest child and only son, you hold a special place in our heart and lives. We love you!

Scott, age 23, and his sisters.