Wednesday, 19 November 2014

Three's A Charm

My sweet Grayson, turning 3

Oh my Grayson. A small time ago, you were a happy surprise soon after having your older sister (REALLY a surprise, considering the medication it took to have Sydney). Then you surprised me more by rupturing my uterus AKA busting into this world (TMI?) 2 weeks before you were scheduled to arrive. These past few months and years, you have been a typical boy: keeping me on my toes with everything.

We have a special connection, me and you. Don't get me wrong, I love your sister's just as much. Who knew a heart could hold so much love?? But there is something different with us. I almost died giving birth to you, and you as well, thanks to the busting of my internal organ (thanks dude). You need me more than the girls, my little Miss Independents. You have no problems snuggling, and kissing me sweetly on the cheek to wake me in the morning. You run to hug me when I walk into a room. You are my shadow (which can be very annoying, but right now I think of it fondly).

One of his favorite toys from Radio Flyer

My heart hurts, but is so happy that you are getting older. No more babies for me, and I am starting to feel that "mommy void". I don't think I could have another though, because you are the most easy going and happy kid that I have ever had, and I don't think I could recreate that if I tried. Unless you start screeching at high pitches like your sisters. Then I may have to take it all back. Just kidding. I would love you if you did that just like I still love your sister's, even if their decibel levels hit where only dogs can hear them.

We are potty training now, and as soon as that is done, no more diapers for the family. But still, I get a little sad at that. In the end its ok though. It doesn't look like you are giving up your "chewys" (aden and anais swaddles) anytime soon. That's a signal that you are still my baby, and you always will be. Although, I look forward to even more adventures. Just try not to hurt any more of my organs :).

Putting him to bed tonight for the last time as a 2 year old, with chewy's of course. Tomorrow (11/20/14) he will wake up and be 3 years old. 

I love you to the moon and back my moose. Happy birthday.


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