Today Henry turns three years old. Happy birthday, kiddo!
Once, when we lived in California, another mother told me she cries on her childrens’ birthdays, because it makes her sad to think they’ll never be that age again. I think about that a lot, because I never cry on birthdays. (Good God, you’d be willing to go through Age Two again? Do you have a pain fetish?) Even though I love my boy very, very much, I don’t think Age Two will turn out to be the high point of our relationship. There was too much mischeif / tantruming / grubbiness on his part and too much “IfyouthrowyourdrinkatmeONEMORETIMEyoungman…!” on mine.
So, anyway, it’s a happy birthday.
March 5, 2008 at 12:39 pm |
Happy birthday Henry!
March 6, 2008 at 1:52 pm |
Already? Where does the time go?? Happy Birthday Henry!
March 6, 2008 at 7:04 pm |
My grandmother used to say that every year is the best. And it is true. Just when children get through one stage and it becomes boring, or strained, or too challenging, then whoosh. It is another stage. I’ve found that to be true. Of me, of my children.
March 6, 2008 at 9:19 pm |
kisses and celebratory junk food for all! also, i really like three year olds. they’re nicer and more entertaining than some other age groups.
March 7, 2008 at 7:11 pm |
Hope the birthday celebrations were fun!