Friday, January 8, 2010

Three Years Ago

My dearest dearest monkey,

Three years ago, yesterday, I was assisted by a vacuum to get you out of me. You did not want to come out. Nothing really has changed. You still don't want to X. Every morning you say I don't want to wake up, I don't want to go to school. Everyday when I pick you up, you say I don't want to go home. I don't want to eat dinner. I don't want to go to sleep. I'm. Not. Tired. Yeah right kiddo, that's why you fall asleep half way through Cat in the Hat.

You've done alot this past year. The boy who would not speak. The boy who's language I was really really worried about has turned into the boy who does not stay quiet. You're a walking talking commenter on everything that goes on. I have to really watch what I say, as you repeat EVERYTHING. I never thought that was going to happen.

You've become a stereotypical boy who loves all things trucks. Firetrucks, ambulances, police cars, dumptrucks, garbage trucks. You know the difference between a digger and a frontloader, a pick up truck vs a jeep truck. You know grandpas truck, uncle's truck, daddy's truck (we have alot of trucks in the family). This Christmas you received so many trucks you got a truck high.

You use the potty! Although you won't tell me when you need to go, if I put you on every 2 hours, you will go in the potty. You will not go in your pants unless I've been bad about getting you to a toilet (its been >3 hours since I last took you). You don't like the feeling of being wet, so I'm pretty sure you'll start telling me in the next few months. I'm not too concerned. You seem to want to do things on your schedule, when you want to. Hmm, wonder where you get that from. Just remember, you won't ever be able to out pig-head your mother.:)! If you don't believe me, ask your dad.

And yet you're not a stereotypical boy. You love your baby cousins. You are so gentle and nurturing with them. Hopefully we'll be able let you be an older brother one day. You say I love mommy and it melts my heart. Your hugs and kisses are like gold to me. I can't get enough of them.

You're not a little baby anymore. You're not even a toddler.No matter what you're my little boy. You really are a mama's boy. You love me more than anything I think. It has to be mommy's hand you hold, mommy who puts you to bed, mommy who does everything. I hope you know how much your daddy loves you too.

Happy Birthday munchkin. I'm sorry you're party not at your home, but great-grandpa should be with us to celebrate. LOVE you LOTS


Alyssa said...

Wonderful, heartwarming post. Happy birthday Monkey!

ScientistMother said...

thanks alyssa

Nat Blair said...

Yay for kids getting bigger, changing, learning new things, and being basically awesome little people we get to take care of.

Oh, and for being total pains in the ass when we're tired, busy, in public. That too.

Mrs. Spit said...

Happy Birthday wee one.

Anonymous said...

Hope he had fun at his party! Did he get a truck-shaped cake? Awesome and incredibly blessed it must be to have four generations together - great-grandfather probably had just as much fun, if not more!

ScienceGirl said...

Oh wow, 3 years! Happy birthday, Monkey and proud Momma!

Cath@VWXYNot? said...

Happy belated birthday, Monkey!

The bean-mom said...

Happy late third birthday to the Monkey. Doing things on their own schedule? Oh, my yes, that's what kids do!