We all know our children torture us sometimes. They don’t mean to. It just comes so naturally to them.
Like Chase threw a 25 minute tantrum the other day. Just nonstop crying.
And I guess I’m really to blame because I wouldn’t let him eat sunblock. Man, did he want to devour that tube. I’ve never tried it but the SPF 55 must taste like marshmallow chocolate swirl or something.
But there was payback. Because you see Chase takes very very short naps. And there is no way Rick and I are going to let him sleep any of those precious 45 minutes in the car. Yet, no matter how short the drive, he always tries to nod off.
Oh crap. He’s gone.
Oh guess what?! Today is Chase and Harlowe’s 2nd birthday. I know. TWO YEARS! Two tiring, crazy, amazing years. In celebration, I’ve decided to start breastfeeding again. It seems like the cheapest way to get my boobs back.
I didn’t even realize their birthday was coming up until last week. Although the month of May should have been the tip off.
Today I plan to kiss Chase’s big lips and get as many of his bear hugs as I can. And I will cherish Harlowe’s dazzling smile as she tromps around the house in two left foot princess shoes. I will gather them in my lap as I do everyday and read their favorite books. I will hold their hands, carry them and love them. And prevent them from eating sunblock. At least most of the time.
Happy Birthday you two. You light up our lives each and every day. xo