OH boy, I'm not ready for this.
It seems like yesterday that I was woken up by the voice telling me, you have to take a pregnancy test NOW!
It seems like yesterday that I had an emergency ultrasound and found out I could have lost him. I waited 7 weeks to find out I wasn't going to lose him.
It seems like yesterday my OB was telling me, he's breech, what do you want to do? (I secretly think she was rooting for a C-section and was disapointed I said no).
Now, I have a 4 year old with opinions and objections and not potty trained yet. I'm not getting soaked when I try to change a diaper or vomited on after his feedings. Or watching him wiggle around the floor and cry in pain. I can understand most of what he tells me and try to interpret the rest. He uses a fork and can get himself dressed. He's learning to read and write his name.
He still is hyper and has the attention span of a hamster. But we're working on that.
I look at the pictures and cannot believe he's growing up. I look at him and cannot believe I brought home a 8.2 lb infant that long ago. Now he's a 46 lb preschooler, after he stayed the same weight for so long. He's growing by leaps and bounds every time I look at him.
It just seems like a week passed, maybe a month, but not 4 years.
Happy Birthday my little prince.
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