Thursday, March 10, 2011
My boy is THREE YEARS OLD today. God help us. I hear three can be rough. Indeed, it is. But, I'm such a sucker for watching my boy get older, I love it, in spite of the tantrums and impressive displays of stubborn-ness (Where did he get that from anyway??? I've no idea....).
I am sure I'm not alone in reliving all the different stages of labor every birthday. Last night, at 9:00 pm, I reminded my husband, "Hard labor was starting!"
This morning, we woke up, and I said, "I was an hour away from finally getting the epidural!"
Sadly, it will not be until 10:38 fucking PM tonight until I can relive the moment he was born. (Yes, you read that right - over 25 hours of labor - and you can read all about it HERE! Let's all remember the Labor Story post I did in which I got to call my husband The Fucker many times.)
For my son's first birthday party, I so badly wanted to hang a big, huge banner in our house that said, "We Made It!" We had survived the first year, and it truly felt like survival.
For my son's second birthday party, I was so stressed out about my son's horrible behavior caused by constipation. I ended up writing a post about that too, titled "Poop," and ended up calling my son an asshole in that story (No pun intended. Really, he was an asshole.)
Then, I was duly scolded by my mother for calling my child an asshole.
Now, here we are. Three years old. This is the first birthday that my son "gets it." He is excited. He knows he's having a party. He knows he is turning three. I can hardly contain myself. Here we go! Another year of adventures.