And she's funny like he is.

Me: Three years.

Husband: Crazy, eh?

My sleepless, turned sleeping, wonder is three years old.Jesus, three years.

2009

Me: I think I peed the bed. Good god, I finally did the ultimate low while pregnant.
Husband: Ummmm....that's not pee.
Me: Wha? Oh. Oh........

And so it began. It would be 26 hours in labour later before we met our not-so little wonder. And what a wonder he's been. Oh, I'm warning you now: I run the risk of a lot of eye rolling with this blog post (or a lot of eye dabbing with a tissue, depending who you are. SEE:My mom). It's just that I feel differently this birthday. He's certainly not a baby any more. He's not a toddler. Nope. He's my curious, questioning, ever talkative, young soul. And he's fun. Like, really fun. Like, all consuming, can't get enough of you fun.

Is this what I expected of parenthood? If I'm being totally honest, no. And it certainly didn't start this way. Having a baby changed everything in our going out on Saturday and sleeping all day Sunday lives. And lord knows I was tired after he was born. So, so tired. But he amazed me. Still does. He loves music, so much so that he remembers the lyrics to songs on the radio, makes requests on his dad's MP3 player, and dances on his own in the living room. He's clever, loving, and still asks for a cuddle at night.

I am excited to see him grow, to watch him navigate his life, to see him form close bonds with his aunts, uncles, cousins and friends. I am excited to see him spend the night at his Nana's house and have him call me in the morning. I am excited to see him solve a problem, to make a connection, to have a light bulb moment. I am excited to see him love his sister, to laugh with her, to comfort her, to make her smile. I am desperate trying to remember every little thing, every great moment.

He's not perfect. He certainly knows how to throw a tantrum. He yelled at his dad tonight at dinner. Up until 6 days ago, he rationally explained that the pee isn't "there'" so he doesn't need to go on the potty. Ever.

There will be ups and downs, I know this. God, I've lived this. But this week, it's his birthday. He's three. Three....So, happy birthday, my loveliest of boys. Life has never been the same and I wouldn't have it any other way.