Before we get into my FOUR year old's annual birthday poem, here are some pics from his party. He and his friend Kenton, share the same birthday and are the same age! So today we shared a party by having breakfast in the park. We had hot chocolate, fancy donuts and embraced the playground!
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| Hot cocoa |
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| Donuts |
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| Friends! |
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| Birthday boys with birthday cake donuts! |
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| Birthday boys' little sisters |
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| Family |
Joaquin y sus Travesuras
I have never felt more loved than I feel by you.
Sometimes at night, when you’re scared of the dark
I’ll lay by your side until you fall asleep.
You offer me your pillow, your hand and you rub my arm until
I’m sleepy too.
It’s the sweetest thing you could possibly do.
Your intelligence is something I’m proud of.
How you follow books with your finger and can count to 100…
Stop.
This is getting way too sentimental for the year we really
had!
Let’s talk about year three, shall we?
“Terrible twos” is a lie.
Three was my hardest year as a parent yet
And it’s not because it was my first year with two kids.
It’s because you were three, three years old!
Why Joaquin why?
Why do you think now, as you approach 4, is the appropriate time
to start throwing tantrums?
Not once as
a little toddler did you fall to the ground in a public place, flailing your
arms around and crying.
But now?
Now as you’re almost four years old, you think it’s
ok to have a meltdown because I buttoned your jeans and you wanted to do it
yourself!
I’m not a mind reader!
Oh hey, and speaking of clothes, can’t you just wear what I want you to wear?
If I’m telling you to wear shorts, it’s because it’s hot out.
If I’m telling you to wear pants, it’s
because it’s cold.
Just trust me.
And why is it such a big deal if I want to make a left turn
and you want to make a right when we are walking the dog?
It’s a big enough deal that makes you stop in
your tracks and scream at me!
Why do you scream at everything?
You scream when you play,
you scream when you
sing,
you scream when you’re mad,
you just scream all day!
Hey, are you hungry?
Do you want eggs?
I better not
overcook them because you’ll stop eating if they have any crispiness on them.
How about a sandwich?
Ham?
Cheese?
PB&J?
Nope, just butter, a butter sandwich
is all you ever want.
For the most part, you and your sister play nice but I see
you push her, I see you!
And when you share a bath and it’s time to get out,
just let
me dry her off first without getting upset;
she’s still a baby!
Remember that one time you ran onto the court and then
refused to get off and made me chase you down during mommy’s volleyball game?
That was cute and by cute,
I mean embarrassing.
“Nooooooo!”
When I try to think of more examples of your
behavior to share with you, my mind just replays you saying this lovely word
over
and over
and over…
Why was year three so hard?!
I don’t care about your power struggle and your need for independence!
I am your mother and you will listen to
me!
Wait…I realize what I just said doesn’t mean anything to
you.
Year four has got to be better,
Sure, I wish you could stay little and in my
arms forever
but I don’t wish you would stay three.
Please grow up at age four,
just a little,
just a little for your mommy.
just a little,
just a little for your mommy.
Really, let's have a happy fourth year!
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