Three Years Ago

Three Years Ago...

My life changed forever.

In ways I could have never imagined.

For better, and sometimes for worse.

Better because the most awesome, adorable, goofy little boy came into my life.

Worse because there were suddenly untold, terrifying, horrible tragedies lurking around every corner. And there was a lot of poop. A LOT. And there still is, come to think of it.

But mostly better. Mostly unbelievably, inexplicably, amazingly better.

This little being was born, three years ago today at 9:28am weighing in at 6lbs. 7oz. and measuring 18 3/4 inches long.

Today, three years later, he's 37ish pounds and 38ish inches tall. He talks, sings, pees on the potty, yells at me, argues, explains, laughs, cries, plays, pouts, watches T.V., does puzzles with amazing ability (and I'm not just saying that because I'm his mother), eats cheese and yogurt like there's no tomorrow and entertains us endlessly. He also frustrates us endlessly, but that's another story for another time. Today we're celebrating him. Today, he's nothing but sunshine and rainbows.

Until, of course, he pitches a fit about not being allowed to have MORE cheese or yogurt and goes back to being endlessly frustrating. Then, the sunshine and rainbows fade and it's time outs-ville.

Happy Birthday, Dylan!

We Love You!