Happy Birthday, Baby Boy!

Someone told me recently that you’re almost getting too old to be referred to as Baby Boy. That’s a bunch of crap, I say… I plan to toast “my baby boy” at your wedding, so be prepared.

Anyhoodle, you had a party this weekend that I’ll post pictures of shortly. Today was somewhat uneventful with two exceptions. One being your fitting horoscope from The New York Post:

July 14, 2009
What you expect of yourself and what others expect of you will be two entirely different things.
So who is going to be disappointed — you or them?
It’s about time you made a declaration of independence.
Make it now and you will never be under their thumb again.

Now, with that, the second notable thing about today is that you crawled out of your crib again… I still have to write about your first escape attempt, but we did lower the bed after that one. I’ll just note that it can’t go any lower. Tonight, I think it may have been on accident and it did scare the absolute bejeezes out of you. By the time I made it into your bedroom, you were running around screaming your head off. As you sat sobbing in my arms and I was going through the list of your body parts asking you if they hurt, I said “what happened, little one?” To which your reply was “Big Kaboom.” We then had a long talk about how our bed is a nice place to be, your friends, Flop, Romeo and Patches are in there, and because of this there can be No Big Kabooms.  You went back to bed without a fight, repeating “No Big Kaboom” over and over.

Child. I don’t know what we’re going to do if you keep jumping ship. Stop it.

And Happy Birthday, Baby Boy. Mommy loves you.