Today you turned 3. All week we told you that you would turn 3 on FRIDAY. I woke up this morning to 90% of your body touching mine. Were you able to figure out how to get the last 10% there, I’m sure you would do it. I played musical beds all night and when the music stopped, I was back in my bed. Somehow you were there too. I was glad because I wanted to be the very first person to wish you a “Happy Birthday.”
You flopped around the bed like a fish out of water. I finally opened an eye to see you staring at me.
K: It’s your birthday today, Eat. Happy Birthday!!
E: Today is my birthday? It’s Friday?
K: Today is your birthday. Happy Birthday, Buddy.
E: Happy Birthday to you too, Mom.
K: It’s just YOUR birthday today.
E: Well if it’s my birthday, we had better go.
K: Where are we going?
E: To eat BIRTHDAY CAKE FOR BECK-ESS.
Of course we are going to eat birthday cake for breakfast. What else would we eat for breakfast?
You are such a piece of work. You came downstairs to find your brand new Spiderman pajamas. You promptly put them over your pajamas and haven’t been out of them today. You added your duck slippers and an outfit was born. Sure it got a few comments at Five Guys today, including the “see you later, Spiderman” which you promptly responded with, “SpiderBOY. I am SpiderBOY.”
We are living in a whole new world over here. Long gone are the days of mispronounced words. You only use “beck-ess” and “uwinders” for my benefit. Just the other day I heard you ask your father for “underwear.” Why you continue to coddle me is unknown, but greatly appreciated. When the last “canks” becomes “thanks,” I imagine that a piece of my heart will break off. Just a tiny piece.
You have gotten even more clever. I can now almost see the wheels turning in your brain as you think through whatever your next activity of evil will be. Your brother stands at attention, just waiting for your instruction. You are very thorough in all your explanations. Frankly I would get bored with all the minutia but your brother just waits for the go-ahead.
You make me laugh all day long. At least I can contain it. Your father? He just belts out laughing. Today I walked into the kitchen to find the rest of Nate’s cake, licked clean. As in licked clean. Not one bit of frosting remaining. On a two layer cake. It was right down to it’s naked chocolate self. There was a steak knife sticking out of the center. You rushed to defend yourself in a manner that would have made Johnnie Cochran proud. I mean, you had frosting in your hair. And still you managed to prove that the knife was TOO SMALL FOR YOUR HAND. You removed the knife to show me how it couldn’t have possibly been YOU that put it there in the first place.
You have a heart of gold. The other day when your brother was crying in bed, you began to sing to him from your bed. You went through the entire alphabet song and kept telling your brother that he was going to be okay. If the Baby cries in the car, you reach out and hold his hand. And no one had better be fooled. That Baby? He’s YOUR baby. Just last week you almost got into a smackdown with your cousin Lucy because SHE called The Baby “My Baby.” You were mortified. You rushed right over to me for my judicial authority to override her attempted adverse possession.
You and your father? Well, what can I say? He really is your most favorite person in the world. It has only been in the last month when you were sick that you chose me to take care of you. Every other time you have been sick since you could speak, you have always asked for your dad. Every night he climbs into that tiny bathtub with his two boys and plays in the bubbles with you. Then it’s his job to put you to bed. Many a night I can hear you talking his ear off even after the lights are out. Until recently, when you woke up in the middle of the night and he was gone, you would cry out until he came. Now you just cry “I want my mom and dad” as you wander down the hall and climb up in between us. You then spend the rest of the night pressed up against me or curled around my head like a cat. You have always been warm blooded so the first thing you do is kick the covers down. Your father and I then spend the rest of the night trying to stay warm.
You have found a new friend/cohort/lovah in Harrison who lives across the street. The two of you have begun to act in tandem and now all four parents are worried. We just busted you two for hoarding candy in the play room. You both started talking at once and I feared for our future as parents. It was like talking to two med mal attorneys. I couldn’t even see straight when the explanations were done. You are both three. We are so screwed.
Your new word is “why?” I’ll admit that after I give the proper answer 12 times, I then say “because I said so.” It’s wrong. But you are CRAZY with the questions. I thought about counting your “why’s” one day, but I would be insane by 8:30. You just want to know everything and understand everything and be a part of everything. You actually panic if you think you are missing something. I have absolutely no idea where you get this.
Buddy, you bring so much joy and action and a spirit of graciousness to this family. Tonight you wanted to be sure that Harrison had his very own cake and candle to blow out when you blew out yours. I teared up a little. You are three and you just want everyone to be as lucky and as happy as you are. You warm my heart and you warm my soul, Ethan Lewis. And even when you drive me out of my mind, you are still my most precious, special boy. What’s better than a boy who says “I love you more too, Mom?”
I <3 you, Ethan. And that’s with all of mine.