Our daughter, Tink was just 22 months old. I had her stay with Queen Gigi and Papa Carrots for a few days.
Blue and I checked into the hospital at 6 am. At 4:16 pm Buzz was born. 7 lbs, 10 oz. 21 1/2 inches. Blue eyes, and a full little Mohawk of hair light brown hair.
When I had Tink. My GIRL, 22 months prior, I was besides myself with happiness. I thought if ALL I have is girls, that will be fine with me! I mean I wasn’t raised with boys, I have no nephews, I have just Frances and me. Girls ruled in my book.
And then all of a sudden… this little man showed up. And he stole my heart. I mean I was worried when I was pregnant with him. Would I love another as much as I love my Tink? And how will this go with a boy? I don’t know much about boys.
And it all makes sense now. How people say that they love their children the same. But different. You’ve captured my heart in a way that only a mother with a son could understand.
And then all of a sudden you turned one… your hair blonde as blonde could be, eyes still blue as the sky.
Summer 2010 came and you were just two and already kissing girls! (LOVE this one D!)
Three was here before we knew it.
Here you are with your Aunt Jen, enjoying your 3rd birthday party.
And then we have this last year… where you’ve been nothing but ALL boy. NOISY, dirty, and SILLY!
Enjoying your face painted at the Brookfield Zoo in Chicago…
Your first scissors… yes in a cat tower… in your underwear.
Your first video game. A LeapPad, your cooler then me at this point with your technology!
You LOVE all things Halloween (and even though it’s April 25th your STILL asking how many days till Halloween)
Seriously?! Big boy underwear and Dego-T shirts?! I LOVE it. Not only are you grown up, but you dress like a little man. And I can’t get enough of it.
This next one… well it’s probably hands down my all time favorite black mail picture.
And NO you’ll never live this one down…
Or this one…
How about this one? Tink looks MESSED up in this one. Like that pair of underwear is too tight on her head, messed up.
Around our house we have the VERY famous photo,
it’s on the fridge and it makes our day.
We titled this one
Now this is where I’m starting to go a bit crazy. That wee little baby in that first picture. My tiny little man…
Who now when I hold all 32 lbs of him (and he’s still tiny for 4) your huge. It take all of me to hold you like this any more, and this morning when I played our song, ‘Smile’ by Uncle Kracker, to dance with you, I could barely hold you through it.
It’s been a while since we danced to our song, and you asked me what song this was. You said you liked it. I laughed and remembered that we need to do this more often.
And then this happened… we went to check out your new Preschool. You won’t start till September. But you are all registered and the first payment has been made.
… so before I totally loose it. We can come back to that in a few months. I can’t deal with that right now, baby steps.
Oh and lets not forget about your new best friend. I love you two together. She’s in love with the fact that your rough, you play tug of war together everyday, you lay in the sun and read with her. I think you made loosing her sister Maggie, last year a bit easier by being there for her.
Alright… I’ve been avoiding it. Going down memory lane, skirting around the topic.
You. Are. Four.
Christ that’s a hard one. I’m sure I’ll loose it at 5. But I know that 4 means Preschool, friends… well one this is for sure. You will ALWAYS be a momma’s boy.
Happy 4th Birthday to my handsome little man. In his new big boy tent bunk bed.
After last weeks back to back Darth Vader Birthday parties with family, we have an exciting day of Library with your teacher Miss Sarah, then some shopping with your birthday money, with Aunt Frances today.
Love you Mr. xo…