Happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday to you.
You smell like a monkey,
and you act like one too!
Happy birthday to you.
You smell like a monkey,
and you act like one too!
You're four! I can't believe that it's only been four years since you came screaming into my life. It seems like forever ago that I was laid out on that operating table having you ripped unceremoniously from my abdomen.
I remember it like yesterday, when we brought you home in your meconium stained diaper, and marveled over how pink and wrinkled and squeaky new you were.
I think about how much you have grown, all of the things you have learned, and all of the things you have taught me, and it makes me sad in a happy, smiling but crying way. It makes me anxious and excited about the future, and wistful about the past. It makes me eager to know the you you're becoming, and miss the you you've been.
#1 was a very calm, subdued, obedient boy, and when you came my parenting skills were unprepared for the challenges you brought my way. I was overwhelmed by your personality, and the new dynamic you brought into the household was difficult for me to adjust to.
But everyday you have challenged me to not only be a better mom, but to be a better person. You have made things interesting (possibly biggest understatement of all time), thrilling (read dramatic), and fun (maybe not fun, but certainly funny). And for these things, I am grateful.
Now, let's talk a little bit about my expectations for year four.
I'd greatly appreciate if we can work together to make things a little more harmonious around here (ie no tantrums,meltdowns, or losing it). If we both try our hardest to make good choices (ie you listen to me) then everything will be cake.
Oh yeah, and Happy St. Patty's Day
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As Mimi, I thought I had it all together...new it all (most anyway) and was here as the Advisor-in-Residence. However, #2 has challenged most of what I thought I knew as a Mimi and given me another opportunity to look at things differently. He lights up my life, again, and I wouldn't miss a minute of it. Happy Birthday.
Happy Birthday #2!
I'd greatly appreciate if we can work together to make things a little more harmonious around here (ie no tantrums,meltdowns, or losing it). If we both try our hardest to make good choices (ie you listen to me) then everything will be cake.
I'm still working on this, and we are well beyond year number 4! Let me know if you get that figured out.
"It seems like forever ago that I was laid out on that operating table having you ripped unceremoniously from my abdomen."
My uteral remains cried out a little when I read that part.
Congrats to you, MOMMY, for making it four years!
And here's to hoping it gets easier from here...
Very nice!
I am here from MBC showing you some comment love. My oldest turned six yesterday and I still cannot think about it without tearing up.
Stacie Haight Connerty
The Divine Miss Mommy
http://www.thedivinemissmommy.com
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