The weeping you hear is me, facing the sad truth that my last baby isn’t a baby anymore. This is the first time I’ve had one of my kids turn three without already having another baby or having one on the way. It’s sort of a rude awakening. Not only is she not a baby, my baby days are done. No more babies for me.
Sob.
Elizabeth is really not a baby or even a toddler. She’s a little person with her own definite personality, and boy is it a doozy. She’s got a temper that can peel paint; a giggle that can melt hearts; and a smile that can light up a room.
Even though she was very much our surprise baby, I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world (although right now I might be willing to loan her out to anyone who can get her to use the damn potty already).
Here she is, five weeks early and a whopping four pounds, nine ounces.
And here she is today, full of sass.
Happy birthday Teenie Beanie. I love you more than cake.
And now I’m going to go sob while I clean up puddles of pee.
6 comments:
I KNOW! I only have one and I miss my baby. Sometimes I get glimpses of him in the big boy, though.
My fantastic surprise baby is now 9.
And he is the apple of my eye, my delight, my joy.
My baby.
Happy birthday!
My own most likely last baby is nearing two. I can relate to the bittersweetness.
Since my last baby just turned 18 is is trying to kill me by getting her tongue pierced - sigh - I still have my heart tugged by seeing your babies.
But NO - not ready for grandchildren.
Oh, such beauty/heartbreak.
Happy Birthday Teenie Beanie!
Look at her, so teeeeenie and precious in her daddy's arms. Happy 3rd Birthday to your baby girl.
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