guess who…

is almost one?

This guy. 
His party is Saturday and I am so stoked!  And sad at the same time.  Isn’t it crazy that way?  His birthday is  on Sunday so I think my Mother’s Day will be pretty special.  
I promise to post pictures of his circus-themed party soon.  
~C~

an adorable hat and a juicy apple

R’s talented mama knitted up this little hat after I mentioned that I’d seen a cute crocheted one at a local toy store.  Isn’t it so sweet?
The model is pretty cute too, if I do say so myself. 

There’s just something magical about dandelions.
Have you seen all the teeth this dude is sporting lately?
Theo insists on eating everything “big” these days.  I start to cut his toast in half and he says “no mommy, I wanna BIG one.”  I go to slice his apple into slivers and he says “no mommy, I wanna BIG one.”  
Okay, little boy.  I get it.  You’re getting pretty big. 
He carried that juicy, messy apple around, nibbling on it for a half hour or more.  
The highlights of my Friday and Saturday, folks.  Not too shabby. 
love,
~C~
Happy Easter.

Letters to Theo: Today, you are 2.

Little Theo,
Last night before bed, your daddy and I talked about what a big day today would be for you.  For the last week, we’ve been teaching you to say “I’m two!” when asked your age.  We’ve been trying to teach you to hold up your little peace sign to show everyone how many years old you are.  You try but for some reason, you just can’t get that little thumb to secure your pinky and ring finger.  Cutest thing ever. 

Last night before bed, we sang happy birthday to you.  Towards the end, I felt my voice quavering and my eyes stinging.  I felt that familiar lump in my throat.  It’s the same one that unexpectedly crept up on me at your first birthday party last year as we sung to you. 

Last night before bed, I told you I loved you.  I kissed your head.  I whispered in your ear, “the next time I see you, you’ll be 2.”  You smiled at me and I brushed your long hair out of your eyes, pulled your favorite blanket up to your chin and walked out of your room gently pulling the door closed behind me.

Last night after I put you in bed, I cried.  I sat in silence on the couch and thought about what I was doing exactly 2 years ago.  I was lying in the hospital full of anxiety and anticipation and hopes and dreams  Curiosity and naivity.  Two years ago I didn’t know how much love one heart could hold.  I had only dreamed of seeing your face.  I didn’t yet know that it would be 100 times cuter than I expected.  I didn’t know you’d have a head full of black hair and your daddy’s nose.  I didn’t know that my heart would melt and I would be changed forever.

Last night, when I was on my way to work, I fought back tears.  I asked myself why I felt so sad.  It’s the weirdest thing.  Mommies worry about things they never knew they would worry about.  They get excited over things that never seemed exciting.  They cry at times when they least expect it.  I’m not sad that you’re two, son.  I’m sad that you’re not a baby anymore.  You’ll always be my baby, but you’re not a baby.

Today, you are a little boy.  A curious toddler with a personality as big and bright as the sun. 
Today, you make your mommy and daddy prouder than you did the day before.
Today, you are funnier and smarter and sillier than you were the day before.
Today, you are loved even more than you were the day before.

Today, you are 2.

3-8-2010
3-8-2011
3-8-2012

And this world is yours for the taking.  Make the most of it, sweetheart.

Love,
Mommy