Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Three whole years

My boy is three.

Just writing those words has brought tears to my mommy eyes. I'm such a freak. This beautiful child has brought me the greatest joy a person can know... just by being him.

So, in honor of his 3rd birthday, I'm going to spout off the most wonderful things about "bad robot".

My boy has alter egos. He introduces himself as "the chicken", "bad robot", "buzz lightyear", and more recently "spiderman" and "opimus crime" (better known as Optimus Prime). He never EVER tells people his real name.

My boy is humungous. He was born a pretty good size; 8 lbs. and 21.5 inches long. He hasn't stopped growing since. At 6 months old he was 22 lbs. He's 43 lbs. now. He's a whopper... and not in the short and wide category. He's the height of a 5yr old and is almost in a size 12 shoe. I go through clothes and shoes at a ridiculous rate.

My boy is a talker. He spoke early, was forming sentaces at 1, and carries on a conversation like an old soul. He has big ideas, a sense of humor that would get anyone chuckling, and is in a constant state of imagination.

My boy is an artist. If he isn't decorating the patio with multi-colored chalk, he's painting, drawing, dancing with passion, or singing with heart.

My boy is beautiful. (and I don't care who thinks I'm biased) With his blond hair and big blue eyes, he's gonna have 'em lining up. Mama will be ready and waiting... or totally unprepared and hiding in my bedroom with wine and tissue.

My boy is brave. He was born with a common heart defect that has required, ECHOs, ECGs, blood-work, cardiac catheterization, anesthetic, medicine, doctors poking, prodding, and poking and prodding some more. He'll tell you that the doctors fixed his heart.

My boy is all me. He may look like his Papa, but his personality is all my fault! We share the same dramatic emotion, talkative and social nature, the ability to make people laugh even during the sad times.

My boy is a blessing. Everyday I'm thankful that I get to be his Mama. I look into his eyes and all the sleepless nights, worry and fear slip away. All that's left is the joy he brings my life everyday.

I love you my darling boy. Happy birthday.


  1. Absolutely beautiful. You've got me crying too.

  2. Oh good... at least I'm no the only one! Thanks for your comment.

  3. I love the little fleshy arms. My boy is so big now!!

  4. They grow so fast it's like "Hey wait a minute, who the heck are you?!?"

  5. Well that was emotional.
    I can remember, oh yes I remember all those feelings but it was me talking about you. Xo

  6. Your guy is gorgeous!! Very touching story. Like I said before, ain't motherhood grand? :)

  7. Thanks! It's the best thing EVER... for sure. He is my favorite person.

  8. I almost cried reading this! You are one amazing, proud mama! He is perfect and we all love your "chicken"! As he has grown, you have too y'know--bet you didn't know how scary motherhood would be! but you take it all with an amazing, positive, and brave face! wish we lived closer, *sniff, gulping back tears* LOVE YOU Liss! and give our little Lyric kisses and hugs for turning three!

  9. Ah thanks Carebear. I love you too! xoxoxo

  10. how beautiful. i feel the same way about my boys...actually, our boys sound an awful lot alike! happy birthday, "opimus crime" :)

  11. LOL! He's the bestest best thing that ever bested! Seriously... my kid rocks.