On this day 5 years ago, he was being rushed to the NICU via ambulance while Anthropapa dazedly called people to let them know (He completely forgot to tell my mother what hospital we were in, so she ended up calling my work number and talking to my lead who was fielding my calls, who then told her the names of all the local hospitals. Mom had to call all of them until she figured out where we were!), and I groggily tried to recover from the emergency c-section and essentially could not really comprehend what had happened.
It’s hard to believe that those things didn’t just happen a few days ago. But, it’s true — SillyBilly is growing up. He’s potty trained now (mostly). He has progressed from bassinet to crib to toddler bed, and if we had room for it he would fit into a twin bed nicely now. He will someday soon learn to read and write, and learn to ride his bike sans training wheels.
Let me tell you a bit more about my big boy. He is:
- a tough cookie. He has hidden reserves of strength that showed from the start. Despite the trauma and illness at his birth, he found a way to survive and flourish. Here’s the first day I got to hold him, 21 days after his birth. He had made it over the hump and was only 10 days away from coming home:
- full of love. If you want the best hug ever, he’s your man. He has mastered the art of the “Dr. Crackit,” defined by my dad as a big, big, hug that borders on a chiropractic adjustment.
- full of joy:
- a social butterfly. He will run right up to strangers to share his recent discoveries, and goes into transports whenever he sees someone he knows walking down the street.
- a lover of tools.
- a ready helper. He can put out the compost into the big bin, dry dishes, feed the cats, set the table, cut vegetables (with a sharp knife!), and even stir sauces.
- a good brother. Though he has his share of spats and selfishness, he does look after his sister and will sometimes even share his toys. He just needs a little practice, that’s all.
- a champion eater. He’s always been on the skinny side, but lately he seems to be making up for lost time. Can you say third helpings?
- an eagle eye. I have the world’s most amazing feather collection, and he can find any kind of rock you would like, any time. And just try to make a tiny change in decor without him noticing.
- an awesome artist. He has made some amazing cardboard creations, makes about 40 gazillion drawings per week, and is also and accomplished sculptor. Check out this playdough birthday cake, complete with flaming candles:
- gorgeous. You could fall right into those dark brown eyes.