I didn’t mean for it to happen.
For our baby to become… a boy.
I thought like a watched pot that never boils, if I could just focus on him, stare, write down every moment in a blog post or journal. Take a zillion photos… I could stop time.
Then I blinked… and he was three.
Before I put him to bed on the last night he was two, I told him about the day he was born. How he was given to us to make us happy. And he did. How mommy rocked him, and sang to him, and read him stories.
Oh my heart ached to lay him down that night. Does every year get harder and harder, watching them grow?
In the morning, he insisted he wasn’t three. That he was “still two.” And I wished it were so. The age of two has been so fun.
He’s using a big boy bed, has grown to reach the light switch, opens doors, puts on clothes… tells me “It’s thirty o’clock, time to wake up!” and wants to know what my real name is.
Then a trip to Kid City children’s museum for some hands-on fun.
Dinner on birthday night was “Pizza and a Movie” as a special treat (and so mommy could have a free kitchen to decorate for the party the next day!).
And now… on to the post about his Farm / Tractor themed birthday party!