Well, today was the big day. My baby is no longer a baby. He is three. THREE! How the heck did that happen? And on the other hand, how did it take so long? This was an exciting birthday for so many reasons. First of all, the Little Guy totally gets it. He knows that today he is three. He knows that means he is older than he was yesterday. He knows that it means accomplishments and privileges that were not his purview when he was two are now his. Its a whole world of big boy chairs, and big boy beds and big boy underwear (I hope) and loose teeth (he hopes). A world in which he can do it himself and can do what his brother does. Oh, he has such hopes for three. Boy does he want a loose tooth!
But I have to say, one of the things that I have loved so much about this birthday celebration (and we are by no means done it, we are only half-way through his birthday-day, we haven't even gotten to his party with friends on Saturday and his party with extended family on Sunday) is the way that his big brother has shared in these celebrations. Yesterday we went to the good 'ole dollar store and bought balloons and wrapping paper and tape and whatnot, and when we got home the Little Dude (who is five) in his excitement wanted to bust it all out and decorate. And I, in my mid-afternoon slump, did not. The Little Guy was down for his nap (yes, he still naps, thanktheLord) and then people, all I want to do is sit. the eff. down. But L.D. wanted to blow up balloons. Which means that I have to blow up balloons for him. Nope. Not going to happen.
So as a compromise, and to get him to leave me in blessed peace for a half hour or so, I told him that we had to wait to decorate and wrap presents until after the Little Guy was in bed for the night. So that he would wake up on the morning of his birthday and there would be the lovely surprise of balloons and banners and bunting. The Little Dude saw the logic of this, and we thrilled with the idea that he'd get to stay up late to help me decorate, and happily ran off to play we lego and leave me with my tea and my book and my silence.
So that evening, Hubs tucked in the Little Guy and L.D. and I got down to work. Lots of balloons, lots of banners, lots of tape and ribbon and string and more tape. And it was a lovely, lovely time. He was so full of ideas ("we should tie all the balloons to one long string mom, and then it would be a balloon streamer!") and so industrious ("I used up all the tape mom!") that it was a joy to do it with him (I LOVE decorating Mom, its my favourite thing!). I wish I'd had the presence of mind this morning to take more pictures, as he had decorated the Little Guy's door all by himself, with balloons and string and random pieces of ribbon taped all over it. So funny, and so very done-by-a-five-year-old. His excitement was just palpable, and as I tucked him into bed after we'd finished our decorating job to our mutual satisfaction he sighed and said to me, "I have such a good feeling inside Mom." "You know what that is?" I said "That's the feeling you get when you are excited because you've done something nice for someone else and you just know its going to make them happy." "Oh," he says, "is that what that is?"
So this morning, the Little Dude had to get up early for school, and was hoping that the Little Guy would get up in time for him to be able to give his birthday present before the bus came. And as luck would have it, the Birthday boy was up bright and early. And the balloons could be admired and presents could be opened.
A little toy snow mobile. And I have to say, this is one of those parenting pay-off moments. I mean, parenting is hard. Really hard. Most of the time it is difficult and requires an enormous amount of effort and patience and hard (seemingly endless) work. And just when you think it couldn't get any harder you go and have a second kid! What were your thinking? Amirite? But then you get one of these moments and you see it. You see why you had that second kid. For this moment right here when the excitement of the giver was equal to (if not more than) the excitement of the receiver of the gift. When they throw their arms around each other and proclaim their birthday love. When they joy is literally reflecting off their faces and being magnified in the joy of the other. And it is gorgeous. Just gorgeous.
Right, on with the birthday. There was also a little puppy. Because he loves puppies these days. And they are all named Milo, because his cousin has a dog named Milo, and therefore, there can be no other name for a dog.