I get pretty emotional over Birthdays and Milestones when it come to the boys.
I’ve been described as an emotional wreck more than once but I can’t help it… Sorry!
The Dinosaur obsessed, Power Ranger wanna be has turned three! Where has that time gone to?! I remember my utter disgust at the Consultant who’d come back to check me over and said “4 more hours” three days into induction like it was yesterday. But the Biggest Little C was worth waiting on.
His second year was a pretty big one. He moved country, adjusted to being a big brother, found his voice and started nursery! Fair dues to the wee man he took it all in his stride.
As I sit down to write this he is running around the house, half naked with a nappy on his head (It’s clean don’t worry!) and I couldn’t be prouder! Ok so we haven’t mastered the old potty lark but he’ll get there. I’m pretty sure he won’t want me to be changing his bum as a 12 year old so he’ll figure it out.
I’m pretty pleased with myself that we’ve got through the terrible two’s without too many kicking and screaming in the shop aisle moments. But I’ve heard the term “Threenager” thrown around and I’m wondering if the meltdown over wearing his uniform not pyjamas to nursery last week was something to do with that. We’ll just have to wait and see.
He’s been looking forward to his birthday for months and his only request – a Dinosaur cake.
Well I couldn’t disappoint and when one of the Mummy’s at nursery produced cup cakes she’d made for her son’s birthday I knew she was my woman! It was perfect! It was the first thing he asked for when he got up that morning and when I eventually let him blow out his candle with his little cousins that afternoon the chocolate cake smeared across all their faces said it all! If you are ever in Fermanagh and want some where lovely to go for a cuppa and slice of something naughty head to this Mummy’s Sandwich Bar you will not be disappointed!!
He didn’t just get a cake for his birthday. We didn’t short change the little fella but I kinda think we could of. He was flabbergasted to get down the stairs and find a box wrapped up with his name on it. He had the wrapping torn off in the time it took me to flick the switch on the kettle. I was met with a beaming smile and an enthusiastic “thank you so much!” that quite simply floored me. I’m always reminding him to say please and thank you but yesterday there was no reminding he was genuinely so grateful. And I could of burst with how in love with this little guy I am! He makes me the proudest Mummy around.
He was spoilt rotten by Grandparent’s, Aunties and Uncles. I’m not sure that smile left his face all day. By bedtime he was exhausted but me and his Daddy; we had that fuzzy feeling. The feeling you get when the kids have had a really good day. When you know you weren’t ‘a bit shit’ today. You pulled it outta the bag all day! That feeling is sometimes easily forgotten when it’s 6.47pm and you’re counting the minutes till bedtime.
So the emotion of his birthday turned from sadness, my baby is growing up to utter pride at the amazing little boy he is turning into. Maybe his third year will top his second.