It seems like 2 days ago he was safe and sound in my belly. Things were different then. I didn’t have dreadlocks!
And my hair was curly. And it was before I got a rock solid crack-proof iPhone case to boot. Oh, and there were only 5 kids running around. And we had just moved into our home and just bought a car that would hold all 8 of us. And it was simpler times. Ok, it wasn’t simpler time, but it did seem like we had more time.
But then in a flash he was here. And it went exactly as I had hoped it would be. The water-break rush to the hospital experience I wanted. No induction, no near 10lb baby (just a solid 8.13). And all mothers relive these moments, the moment the child they longed for is their arms, every year on the day of their birth. Every year when you look as this being and think, How in the heck did I get so lucky?
And Atticus Paul is that, that lucky gift of perfection, that piece we didn’t know we were missing.
And this boy is spoiled like none other. I think it is inevitable for the baby, the last of 6, to get away with things no one else ever could. Last week Jeremy and I were sitting drinking coffee in the living room and Maisey tells us Atti is on the table. Sure enough we look over and Atticus is on top of the dining room table, chilling, smiling at us. Jeremy looks at me and says, ‘Do we let him do that?’ I say, ‘I don’t know. Do we?’ and we sat looking at him long enough for him to realize he can nearly do no wrong.
But he is a clever boy too. For example, he decided to start crawling out of his crib last week. And I could be stern or annoyed or something but he comes into my room, way earlier then any other kids can get out of bed, and nonchalantly says, ‘Hiya Mom.’ Um, what do you say to that besides hugs. and kisses. and cuddles. and smothering with love?
This is our baby. Our perfect baby and now he is TWO. TWO people, this is record breaking traumatizing. See, every other time I had a 2 year old boy I also had that enormous belly in those top pictures. I could get over the heart break of babies growing becauseI knew one more babe was going to rest into crook f my arm so soon. Not this time, folks. This time I am going to have start putting the most willing child in a front pack and start shoving a pacifier in his mouth. It could be awkward with my 7 year old, but Moses will understand. Of course he will. And he will be my little baby again. Or I will start being that crazy lady at the grocery store who pets the newborns she sees to the horror of the parents pushing the cart. I will confuse girls dressed in head to toe pink for little boys. Or maybe I will get a dog. And a doggie stroller and push it around Target in the baby clothes section and coo over the onsies and hold them up to my pup.
Ok. Or maybe I will just go snuggle with my not-so-much-a-baby again and listen to him tell me about his favorite things. They are, in no particular order, Dogs, Candy, Babies (see, he takes after his mommy!!) and Zelda.
Happy Birthday Sweet Angel Of A Person Who Will Always Be My Baby And I Will Never Let You Grow Up And Make You Live With Me Forever Atticus.
I am head over heels in love with you.