Little man is 3
I've postponed and avoided doing anything like one does in the evening by putting my kids in their room, tucking them in 3 to 4 times, and hoping on the computer to stalk Facebook and surf Pinterest and look at the emails I haven't done anything with and then plumb run out of steam to waste time. Is that even possible? Today, the smallest one, my baby, my boy turned 3. It was a lovely birthday from my perspective and the truth is that it doesn't take much to make him happy. It made me think I should celebrate this milestone with words. It reminded me that I was going to write down his birth story, but I never did. Three years later. It reminds me that as he potty trains and grows more independent that it's getting easier. My life is not as full of tending to really small children as it has been for the last five years or so. I feel like I could handle another baby. But there are no plans for another baby. He is my baby. Which makes me realize, "