Baby.
Only I’m afraid to say that you aren’t one anymore.
I’m sitting here crying my eyes out because of it.
And, it’s not just because the terrible part of the terrible twos is making an appearance (although hearing you say, “Mommy, you’s bad Mommy. You's a naughty mommy!” is quite enough to bring tears to my eyes).
It’s because you’re it for me.
No more babies on board this mother ship.
And the idea of that makes me sad.
Saying adios to the baby years is harder than I thought it would be.
I’m not 100% ready to leave this part of my life behind (I guess I shoulda thought about all of this BEFORE I burned down the baby-making factory, right?).
I’m excited (and anxious, and apprehensive, and scared stiff) about what’s to come as you (and your brothers) get bigger.
Maybe we can go on trips, or to movies, or to a freakin’ restaurant without having to make a mess of things while we shove the foot straight down our throats into our stomachs before you realize that you hate sitting in the highchair/eating their food/using a utensil/wearing clothing.
So there’s hope.
Right?
Someone please tell me I’m not always going to miss the baby phat wrists and the diaper thick badooka booty.
Please assure me that I will be happy when they finish elementary school, go to their first dance, have a girl over (hand selected by me, of course), or graduate high school (AHHHH!).
Please.
Before I lose my bloody-effing-closed-for-business-womb-connected mind.
Okay.
Deep breaths (backing slowly away from cliff now).
Instead I will focus on my sweet farm-animal-loving-booger-picking-perpetually-hungry-loud-talking/singing/laughing-just-turned-two toddler #3.
I love you, Boogie (one of my many nicknames for him, a list that also includes, Sugie, Huggabugga, and Turtletoes).
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Mommy (and the rest of the Dumb Family) loves you bunches.
Please enjoy a special Dumb Mom Muvee in celebration of #3 (featuring one of his current most favoritest songs, Fireflies by Owl City. It’s right up there on his list along with Boom Boom Pow, by the Black Eyed Peas, 1-2-3, by Britney, and Love Story, by Taylor Swift. Obviously I've had quite an influence on his music choices.)!
