Happy Birthday to a real character. One who insisted on “wed ceck” (red cake) for yesterday’s celebration, who naps less frequently than his older brother, who LOVES everyone he meets, who sleeps at night with a small wooden ball and red rubber cap instead of a blankie or stuffed animal.
… and who doesn’t care for ice cream because it’s “tooooo coooowd!”
Thank you to Andrew, who made a delicious red (or pink) cake which we all enjoyed.
Thank you to you, Oliver, for calling yourself “Aya” and making funny faces and dressing up and getting giddy with excitement over things like new shoes and “fwench fwies” and tigers at the zoo. Thank you for always making us laugh, even if it’s not usually when you are trying to do so, and for smacking yourself in the face when you are angry. Thank you for all of your assurances that you are ready for school (soon enough, little buddy). Thank you for you. We love you.
And thank you to my mom, who came out for 5 days in anticipation of this birthday… and another birth-day, which has yet to occur thank-you-very-much. But seriously. This lady cooked and cleaned and put kids to bed and woke up with kids at night and did laundry and dishes and you name it. So… despite the slight disappointment of #3 not arriving in a timely manner, I now feel well-rested and ready for labor! Thanks, Mom!
New tricycle. Envy of the household.
So, if you must know, I went into labor last Wednesday evening and even went to the hospital… only for contractions to stop after 3 hours. So we headed back home to sleep in our own beds and… here I am, 5 days later. I’ll have you know I go into labor every late afternoon/early evening with regular, painful contractions that stop after a few hours. Good news? I am walking around 4 cm dilated so this kid could drop out at any moment.
So yeah… giving birth.
It’s on our list, okay?