Three years ago I was getting my first good less-goo look at my newest son - who was supposed to be a girl. My husband was on the phone telling his parents to bring the kids down after school to see their newest sibling and recounting our, no kidding, running out of gas on the way to the hospital, which was still a good 30 minutes away and contractions were 3 minutes apart. This was not so funny in the dash, or rather coasting into a gas station and sitting through several contractions to fill the car. Seriously, we were out of gas. Thank God the gas station at the bottom of the hill, off the highway, was a right hand turn and we had enough momentum to get us up into the driveway. There was some humor in it, sort of, once I was settled into my hospital bed. The past three years have been a little bumpy with our newest, colic-ridden, head-strong, stubborn fourth child. But he's an amazing, funny, smart little boy who completes our family in a way I wouldn't have thought when I found out, unexpectedly, that we were expecting another baby.
Happy Birthday to our Matty! You're going to do great things one day, I know it. Mostly because you won't take "no" from us, so I don't see why anyone else is going to be able to stop you!
I was filling out some online forms today and had to check the age box and realized that tomorrow I'll be graduating to the next tired age box. Obviously I've since passed many age boxes and their tiers, this is the first year I've actually noticed it. Maybe I just need some mood-altering chocolate cake and sprinkles. We'll see, it's a standard weekend with soccer for us, so the day won't be anything too special in that regards - maybe that's a good thing.
Hope your weekend is a great one, filled with cooler weather and some chocolate and sprinkles.