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    Happy Birthday, My Favorite Big Boy

    February 16, 2007


    Today you turned two.  Good thing Marmie thought to teach you your new age a few months ago because I think your parents would probably have not thought about it until today.  When we asked you this morning how old you were, you yelled “TWO!!!” 

    If anyone had told me two years ago today that this is how it would be, I would never have believed them.  You are so more amazing that I could ever have imagined.  You are fascinated with all things related to fire/danger so we have spent the last week putting candles in everything and letting you blow them out.  This morning it was your breakfast muffin.  Apparently they taught you how to sing “Happy Birthday” at school because it is all you have been singing.  We are really glad that we had your birthday party LAST Saturday because your brother came a little earlier than expected. 

    You are the most fantastic big brother ever and would spend all day, every day kissing your “baby bru-dder” on the head if allowed.  You have been quite a surprise though.  For 2 years we have tiptoed around this house to make sure that you don’t wake up from any small sound and now that your brother is home screaming in the middle of the night, you sleep right through it.  If only we had known.

    Your dad broke down on the day your brother was born and bought you a two-wheeled bike with training wheels.  Normally a present for a 5 year old, he is determined that you one day find your true dream of becoming a dirt bike champion.  After watching you pedal backwards on your tricycle at 30 mph around corners, we think that maybe you have moved up the bike food chain.  You promptly got on the bike and started to complain because pedalling backwards makes you brake, not actually GO backwards.

    While you look like a clone of your father, the general consensus of the people is that your mouth has been cloned from mine.  While a short time ago you were only saying a word here or there, you now find it impossible to remain silent for longer than 3 milliseconds at a time.  It exhausts your father but I find it charming.  And it’s nice to now how the proof of your brilliance by merely opening your mouth.  Today your father had difficulty opening a box and you loudly directed him to “GET A KNIFE, DADDY.” 

    You love to paint and draw.  Even more, you love to snap crayons in half.  It drives me crazy.  Then you hound me to put all your favorite letters on the paper for you to try to copy.  E, O, A.  If I turn around, you’ll hop down on the floor and try to color on the carpet.  I’m not sure why but I think it may be just to drive me crazy.  I mean, crayon doesn’t even show up on carpet and yet still I freak out.

    You used to be a pretty good eater but now you just ask to go to “Costco, Mommy, hot dog.”  It’s moments like this that I know I have truly failed in the food department.  Until you ask me for pasta.  Then I know I have done something right. 

    Thanks to your Aunt Pache, you are obsessed with Dora.  I don’t know what Dora is teaching you, but I am enjoying the 30 minutes to myself every morning now.  You still occasionally like to watch CSPAN with me, but it just isn’t as frequent as it used to be.

    You have a fantastic sense of humor and you know exactly when to pull it out.  Not long ago when we taught you your animal sounds, you figured out that if you answered that every animal made the “BAAA” sound that I would flip out.  So for 6 months you did it every single time I asked.  You couldn’t even contain your laughter as you did it and I knew from the very beginning that I was being played.  Now you do the same thing with your colors and shapes.  You giggle, giggle, giggle like it is the funniest inside joke ever.  I have resorted to asking your preschool teachers what exactly you know because you are always laughing and giving me the wrong answer to everything I ask.  In that order.

    You and your father are two peas in a pod.  Like clockwork on Monday morning after a very fun weekend, you hand me the cell phone to call your father.  When he answers the phone at work, you say, “No, Daddy, no work.  Home, Daddy, home.”  I think it breaks your father’s heart a little bit everytime you do it. 

    You took swimming lessons and refused to do whatever the rest of the class was doing when instructed to do it.  The instructor begged you to blow bubbles but you looked at her like she was crazy.  You then came home and performed EVERY SINGLE EXERCISE in the bathtub correctly and blew bubbles for 45 whole minutes.  You are going to be the death of me. 

    You are a pro in the kitchen and we have determined that you are just biding your time until you can get your own apartment and live on your own, eating cookies at your leisure.  If we don’t get you the food you want fast enough, you just help yourself.  I could do without you trying to pour your own milk from the gallon container however. 

    You are completely fascinated with taking pictures and then checking them out on the back of the camera.  Your father got clever and has now stipulated that you can’t see the back of the camera unless you smile for the front of it.  So far it is working like a charm.  I’m very concerned that you will be a preschool child who demands a digital camera.  I would tell you to get a job to pay for one but I think you might take me up on the suggestion.

    You are growing up so very fast and every day I realize that I love you even more than the day before and with more love than I ever thought was possible.  A week ago today you told me for the very first time that you loved me.  It was unsolicited and had you asked me for anything in that moment, I would have given it to you.  I can’t wait to see what this year has in store for us and we are so very blessed to have you in our lives, Ethan Lewis.  You are my favorite boy in the whole world (but don’t tell your brother).  I love you.

    Your Favorite Mom

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    1. kate says:

      this is the sweetest thing ever. i miss you guys.

      February 16th, 2007 at 5:52 am

    2. Amy says:

      *sniff* That was so sweet. You’re not supposed to make me cry this early in the morning! *sniff* Happy Birthday, E!

      February 16th, 2007 at 12:01 pm

    3. YMGH says:

      You are blessed Sweet girl!! What an amazing boy our Ethan is! He’s so blessed too to have you as his mom!! About 3 more kids and maybe you should take a break!!

      February 16th, 2007 at 1:23 pm

    4. InterstellarLass says:

      So very very sweet. Ethan sounds like an amazing kid, but I’m sure he owes most of that to you. 🙂

      February 16th, 2007 at 5:00 pm

    5. Jaime says:

      What is up with me and my emotions??? You just made me cry for the THIRD time today!!!
      This post was sooooo sweet. Happy birthday, E!!!

      February 18th, 2007 at 1:39 am

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