Four years ago today, my sweetest, easy going, mild mannered little boy made his appearance in the world-- 15 days early and we joke the doctors had to spank him to make him cry!
Could somebody please tell me where that quiet little boy went? The one in the other room is slamming doors, pouting, and refusing everything I suggest to him today. Maybe it's the age. He went running through the house this morning-- "I'm four, I'm four, I'm four!" Maybe that was code for, "I'm old enough, I'll do what I want, when I want, and there ain't nothin' you're gonna do about it!"
Oh well, he's still cute and nice most of the time, and I appreciate that he always picks a rather easy cake for his birthday!
Crazy to see him turning four in the same house he came home to from the hospital.
I guessed the wish....
"I wish my brother over there would have his lips permanently taped shut, and his hands tied behind his back so he can't pick on me anymore!" In reality it was probably more like... "make a wish... what are they talking about? I have no idea. I'll sit here and smile and pretend I get it-- that usually works."
The presents must have been well wrapped...
But it looks like it was worth the wait.
3 years ago