COCOA

I cannot believe my baby is going to be three on Saturday. It seems like yesterday I was screaming for more drugs. ( I am not reliving my wild days, just the one were I longed for an epidural..by the way, Thomas-you would have NO problem having that big needle stuck in your back if you knew it would take away the excrutiating pain that is childbirth)

He has been the most marvelous baby. Took him forever to sleep through the night, but at some point I began to literally take care of him in MY sleep. You adjust. Who knows, I am probably still waking up at three and giving him a bottle? He is my snuggly baby. He loves to be held, read to, kissed on, hugged. He also likes to swat, pinch, kick and bite. (Pip, I am TERRIBLY, TERRIBLY sorry about the bite tonight at the Spaghetti Supper--he gets excited and just chomps down--ouch!)

The boy has had a car in his hands at all times since I can remember. He has never had a 'snuggly'...he has had Hot Wheels. I find them all over the place..in my pockets, in my purse, at the UCM, in my bed, in the refrigerator..... My favorite is when he sleeps with me and I roll over and can hear them all colliding with one another, or with me.

Saturday, he and Grace are having a Cowboy Birthday party. Real live pony rides, stick horse barrell racing, boot cookies, and hats and bandanas for the little ones. Mark my words, he will take a car..(actually he has a thing for construction equipment also) scratch that--he will take a dump truck, sit in the dirt for hours and dig. Grace will hold court looking like the lovely 4 year old cowgirl princess that she is..and Noble will be trying to eat mud pies. Somebody dare and tell me there is not a difference in little boys and girls...

I am so thankful that God has blessed me with this sweet angel.