Two years ago today I exploded. If you think that may be a bit dramatic of me, let me remind you of the definition of “exploded”.
Let me also say that I was only in labor for about 5 hours…and only at the hospital half an hour before G was born. Rapid, violent, excessive internal pressure? Check, check, check.
Thank god my ‘splodin’ yielded such cute results.
Getting used to not being able to sleep in…or eat…or sew…or shop without disruption took a little bit of time, but G has given us so many sweet, laugh out loud funny moments I don’t resent losing the sleep at all.
Okay, that’s a lie. But I don’t resent it much.
He is so big now, it’s just about impossible to believe he was ever so little as he is in these pictures. I can’t imagine how badly it’s going to freak me out when he’s 18.
That tiny baby is already a big, funny, too-smart for my good little boy.
Happy Birthday to my funny monkey. I can’t wait to see what the next year brings!