Two Birthdays One Day

Today is Little Man's 3rd birthday. He's kind of modest about his birthday and when my mom tried to sing to him this morning he went running back down the hallway (it could have been from her actual singing though...) but he's shyed away from others talking about his birthday as well. When you ask him how old he is he'll tell you he is 98. Or 7. Or 92. I talked up his birthday with sprinkles of cupcakes and presents so now he seems to be OK with the fact he'll get attention today.

He is such a sweet boy. I wish I could write one of those posts that includes all I wish for him. But I can never get them right.

He was born at 9:52 on this day 3 years ago. He was an easy birth with 3 easy pushes, less than eight minutes and I didn't even break a sweat. I didn't ruin my makeup or my hair. It was great. He was 9 lbs 2 oz. The nurses had some issue with the fact he was that big, came out that fast and the fact I refused the narcotic pain meds.
He was wonderful to have. A good but horribly slow eater, he still is to this day.
He is a a total momma's boy. Which I have to admit I love. The love between him and myself is so much different than Sweet Girl and me. He is so giving, he will make sure everyone is taken care of when we're eating or drinking. He's quick to share, most of the time anyway. He's a sensitive little man who also has a wicked mean streak when he wants to cause havoc with Sweet Girl.
So I guess really I hope he continues all these things. I hope he continues to be sweet, compassionate, giving, loving and a strong man. I hope he continues to love and take care of his sister. I hope when he sees the fireworks he knows that they are in part for him too. I hope all these things and more. I hope he's around to see and enjoy all the freedom we celebrate today, our Independence day.

Happy Birthday Little Man!!

Happy Birthday United States of America!