We hosted HDHusband's family over the weekend. They came in for HDToddler's 3rd birthday party - came in on Friday night, left early this morning.

The birthday party we hosted on Saturday went really well. A bunch of kids hopped up on the sugary goodness that was the Batman cake, running around a jumping in the Thomas the Tank Engine ball pit my sister-in-law got for my son (thank you, I so want to keep track of the 100 balls that he's dumping out - ha). My seven-year-old nephew was hitting one of the neighbor girls. I heard, 'Hey, he thinks you are soooooo cute!!" a few times.

The presents were opened, and I missed most of it for some reason (really? where the hell was I?), so now I have absolutely no clue what goes with what. And beings that it was a Batman birthday party theme, everything is a Batman toy. I don't have a prayer.

In unrelated news, my mother-in-law (HDH's stepmom) always comes up with some random thing to say or opinion to give. Just sort of swerves in out of left field and leaves me speechess. We happened to be talking on Friday night about various kid's movies and how there's always some adult humor involved. My mother-in-law informed me that the movie "Over the Hedge" is really about mexican immigrants trying to cross the border.

I'm glad I could enlighten y'all.

You can thank me later.

Labels: bug's birthday, family

It's Love Thursday ... and today is The Bug's third birthday.

When the Bug was born (after thirty-six hours of labor, and only with eight or so hours of anesthesia), he came out blue and not breathing. He had that ridiculous meconium gook in his mouth and lungs, so they busted in the neo-natal team to bring my baby to life.

Those were the longest minutes of my life.

And those minutes felt like hours.

My husband was trying to help me calm down, reassure me, tell me medically what was going on, but none of that mattered. I needed to hear my baby cry. And then my baby let out a cry and announced his presence in this world, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

This picture is taken once they'd gotten him cleaned and wrapped up. His daddy brought him over to me and put him in my arms. My life began the minute I held my son for the first time:



Every time I see this photo, I think of this saying:

"Before you were conceived, I wanted you. Before you were born, I loved you. Before you were a minute old, I would have died for you. This is the miracle of life. " -Maureen Hawkins

How incredibly true.

My heart burst open that day and hasn't quit bursting since. I love my little man with all my heart and soul. He's growing up so fast. He loves all things Superhero, tells me to "WookWookWookWookWook at meeeeeeeeee!" and dances around in circles. Someday, playing baseball with his buddies will be cooler than hanging out with me. And girls will come along and I'll die when he gets his heart broken.

But for now, my Bug swings his arms over my shoulders, unannounced, and says, "I vuv you, mommy!" ... and it's again the best sound in the world I could ask for.

I love you, Bug.

Happy Birthday.

Labels: bug's birthday