Let's be honest: your antics make me want to curl up in a corner and cry at least once a week. You know, like...
- That time you drew on almost every wall in the house…
- The other day when you spilled an entire bowl of macaroni and cheese on my bed…
- Yesterday when you broke my Ray Bans (okay, they're Dad's and now he won't ever let me borrow his stuff again)…
- This morning when you woke me up by screaming "Mommy" over and over again while banging me on the head with your wooden Melissa and Doug toy.
Yeah, those are the times when I feel angry and defeated, and I become my least favorite version of myself. I feel like I'm drowning, and I ask myself, "How am I going to survive one more minute of motherhood?"
I luh-loo too, baby. Very very much. And I always will.
Happy 3rd Birthday.
You smile at me with your gapped teeth and look at me with your wide eyes, and I remember that being a mom is my favorite job in the whole world.
Those are the moments when I want to curl up and cry because you're growing so fast.
I can hardly believe it's been three years since the day I first held you in my arms.
I'll say it again-- you're growing so fast! Not only are you getting taller and heavier, but every day, you are growing more and more into your loving, mischievous, comedic personality. I love every part of you, from your thick toes to your contagious laugh. I love that you love me so unabashedly and that your favorite thing to do with stickers is stick them all over Mommy.
In these three years, we've been through some difficult times together:
But we've also had amazing times together, and those pros outweigh the cons anytime. Every day that I get to see your face and hear your voice is a blessing. Every minute that I get to spend with you, whether it's in the park or in the bathroom, is special.