he was this new little jaundice colicky thing that never stopped screaming and ignored my insistent sushing at all hours of the day and night. I guess though he was never really all that little was he? and some things don't ever change, his big brown eyes are the same, the little dimple that sits hidden sometimes in his right cheek is still there. And he still ignores my insistent shushing. The yellow jaundice skin tone has been replaced. He now talks instead of screams (mostly). His two little front teeth stick out ever so slightly. And that once spiky out of control hair that I love and miss has been replaced by a full head of super straight hanging hair. Compliments of his mothers genes.So last night to celebrate my growing and changing little boy we enjoyed a fine dining experience at Fat Albert's complete with balloons for the kids and an evening filled with chocolate cupcakes baked to perfection and covered expertly in sprinkles by his loving sister, Emma-Jean.
Finally after some daddy persuasion and tickles we were able to get him to smile for this picture. (yes, the three is backwards, but what could I do, try to get him to smile again, this was already take 2 besides that's like making the dog balance a treat on his nose with out him eating it). But I will share a funny story from yesterday, and I am sure there are bound to be more to come about this subject.
Brennon on the issue of potty training:
Feb 4, one day before his birthday.
"Brennon, do you want to go pee on the potty?"
"um, maybe when I am three".
So imagine my emotions of hope as the day comes and I think, maybe just maybe he'll actually do it.
"Brennon guess what? today is your birthday, you are 3 so you can go pee and poopy on the potty" (gotta love the mommy lingo)
Brennon replies matter of fact while holding up all 5 fingers high in the air "when I'm 5".
4 comments:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LITTLE BRENNON!
Happy Birthday Brennon!! I remember one night trying to sing a unsoothable Brennon to sleep. I'm sure if he could have talked, he would have said, "Ahh, I don't want to be a baby. I want to be a big boy so I can play!! I want to play." I love your vivaciousness, Brennon. Keep playing, happy one.
Love, Rachel for the Knights
Sweet Baby Boy!
We are all prone to change our mind. I think 5 is a good age!!! Why rush such things.
Happy Birthday my Beautiful Boy, I love you so much.
Memaw
My dear Brennon. I don't think you need to get any hurry to go on the potty chair. Boys first learn to go OUTSIDE Then you don't have to take the time out of play to go all the way into the house and then to the bathroom. Just show Mom how to go outside. I love you my dear boy
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