Today, my sweet boy, you turn 3 and it’s giving me all the emotions. I can’t believe it’s been a year since I wrote this to you on your 2nd birthday.
I remember the day we found out you were going to be a boy. I had taken the early blood test at 10-11 weeks and received a phone call with the news. Honestly I was shocked when they said boy. I thought for sure your daddy would be surrounded by girls and tea parties for life. As soon as I hung up, I texted your dad to let him know we had a gender. Seconds later, he Facetimed me from the Macy’s parking lot. (He literally couldn’t wait.) The look of pure joy on his face was enough to bring tears to my eyes as it does now while I sit back and recall the memories.
I was nervous. Nervous for all the boy things that would soon come. But as it turns out, there was nothing to be afraid of with you, my sweet boy.
Your first couple years of life were, in fact, filled with tea parties and princess dress-up (thanks to your big sister), but this past year you’ve really come into your own and fallen head over heels for all things superheroes. You still love Mickey Mouse, but Spider-Man is a close second.
Your cheeks are still as plump and delicious as the day you were born and I secretly hope they never disappear. My favorite thing to do whether you’re happy, crying or throwing a tantrum is to kiss up on them cheeks until you’re laughing (or laughing harder).
Your love for snacks runs deep. So deep that I’m almost sure you could survive on snacks alone. Some of your favorites are fruit snacks (fruit macks), smoothies (the Danimals strawberry flavor) although you won’t touch milk at all, fishies (ishies), and apple sauce pouches.
You are so content with what you have. When we’ve asked what you’d like for your birthday and rattled off a series of suggestions, your response is “No thank you” or “No, I’m OK”. (Meanwhile your sister has just listed out the entire baby doll aisle at Walmart)
You still allow us to rock you in the chair before bed and it makes me so happy. This is probably the best part of my day (when you don’t pick your daddy over me for bedtime). While once this time was for quiet snuggling, you’ve conned me into being silly with you. This time is filled with “I love you’s and I love you more’s”, Knock-Knock jokes that never end, and endless giggles as I pretend to “take the key and lock you up” to which you respond “I’m not a lady! You’re a lady!”.
I want to remember these moments forever, because I know at any point they could all disappear. You’re growing up so quickly, my last baby. But I’ll hold you as tight as I can, for as long as I can.
Happy Birthday, my sweet boy ♥
