...is no longer my baby.
He turns four years old on Sunday. Tomorrow.
This little cuddlebug at my side, my little protector, the little guy who cannot go to sleep without being wrapped in the embrace of his mama is the light of my life. Together with his sister, they complete my existence.
I could not imagine my life without them, and I thank my God each and every day for placing them in my charge, as their mother, their guide for Life.
They have matching dimples, only one, but hers is on her right cheek and his is on his left. Such beautiful, beautiful children, both inside and out.
Being the younger brother often places the Young Prince in an interesting position when it comes to manicures and pedicures, make-up application and dress-up games. I have a small, complementary collection of clear nail polish (in a green bottle as he loves green), chap stick and large kerchiefs--skirts for Princesita that moonlight as superhero capes for my little Superman.
Little Ponies and Barbies rendezvous daily with Power Rangers and Batman. My Princesita is a very patient teacher and my Young Prince basks in the attention that only best friends could mutually give.
He is now at the age that permits him to comprehend games and play well. The past few weeks have marked a huge growth for him, not only in the understanding of card games but also in the fun play, the good-natured jabbing and the learning to be a gracious winner and loser. My blogging time has been taken over by game and puzzle-filled engagement of his ripe mind, ready to learn and starting to play alone with his sister.
I am starting to see him become his own person--and I am so proud of him.
Tomorrow we will have a small party here, for close friends and their siblings. Messy fun, tye-dying t-shirts and munching down on a Spiderman-decorated ice cream cake will highlight the festivities.
Both he and his sister were so excited for tomorrow to come, neither could fall asleep easily tonight.
Happy Birthday, my darling little love. May you always be my baby boy.
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It promises to be a beautiful day for a birthday; your plans sound like much fun. Your words resound with love for that little guy. I wish him a happy happy birthday!
ResponderEliminarThank you. It was a beautiful day and he even said he feels so different today. I'm going to chalk that up to the sugar in the cake, however!
ResponderEliminarBe well.
Aw. My little one turns 4 in January. It is amazing how suddenly, they understand more. Like it happened overnight. They are amazing kiddos. Happy birthday little guy.
ResponderEliminarI'm glad you all had a wonderful day.
ResponderEliminarSpecial times. Hold on tight to them. They are the most pure forms of treasure we have.
Wow! I'm sure I can remember when he turned two? Maybe not ... but it seems that he is suddenly a big boy!!! (I remember your posts about potty training him!) Doesn't time fly! He will always be your Little Prince - some remnant of the beautiful, tender spirit they are born with, and which shows through most intensively when they are young, never leaves. They are always your little boys - mine are, even at twenty-seven!!! (But don't tell them!)
ResponderEliminarHappy Birthday to your lovely son.
Darn. I want to tye dye a shirt....
ResponderEliminarHappy Birthdy Little Prince!
T, it was a joyful, wonderful day. My fingers are still tainted from the tie-dye!
ResponderEliminarWindy, I cling for dear life to these memories.
Kay, you've been along for pretty much the entire ride, I daresay! You could be an honorary Auntie!
Z, I've still got dye left and it expires in two weeks...want a vacation?! ;)
Be well, all.
Happy Belated Birthday, Superboy!
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