Three Years

A lot can happen in three years. Three years ago, the Diva Family was a happy little dog-less family of three. Well, two of us were happy. Mommy was very, very uncomfortable.

And very, very pregnant!

Yes, three years ago today, The Manimal made his entrance. I went to the hospital at 7:30 in the morning, after a sleepless night of contractions and lower back pain. He didn't seem to want to make his appearance, though, and kept moving up and down, fooling the Diva Doctors and making them wonder if the boy would EVER come out.

He eventually decided to make his very vocal appearance, and has been making himself known ever since. He keeps us all on our toes and just about the time we want to spank his bottom, he smiles and cuddles sweetly.

Today, little man, you are three. No matter what you say, you won't be four until next year. Today we celebrate with a birthday cake and presents. Again, only YOUR presents, not your cousin's. Her birthday was last week and you probably wouldn't be interested in a Sharpay doll from HSM3. We'll enjoy (well, you and SS#1 will enjoy) a birthday dinner at Mickey D's, where we'll even let you play BEFORE you eat your cheeseburger! And while you and your brother play, we'll watch and marvel that you have grown right before our eyes; how it seems like only yesterday you were wailing ALL.THE.TIME. And now, you just talk ALL.THE.TIME.

And we love you ALL.THE.TIME.

Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!