Funny how time flies

Three years ago I woke up at 4:00am wanting to go to the bathroom, I was good and pregnant. I had this feeling that today was the day, and no one could tell me differently. I got in the shower (second one in a 4hr period),and proceeded to call the Dr. to let her know that this was the day and I was coming in. I woke up Mr. F#$K it list (his first day of vacation sleep)and told him he needed to get up because I was ready to go. In the hour it took him to get ready, I put together a super labor playlist, painted a clear coat of polish on my toes, and made sure my hair was perfectly wrapped in my silk scarf. When we arrived at the hospital laughing and cracking jokes, the security guards did not believe I was in labor (especially since I took the stairs to triage)

After 5hrs of waiting and waiting, then two hours of walking my water burst and I was in full blown labor. I remember the entire labor, all four hrs but here are the highlights: I was pissed that the TV was on b.e.t and I was in a lot of pain. My mother had a million jokes, and made a $20bet that the pain would end and the baby would be born and lastly the one thing that got me through it all, Mr. F#$K it list telling me how good I was doing (wait that and Lionel Ritchie singing "Jesus is Love"). At 3:03, and 12 hrs of labor I gave birth to the cutest baby boy, affectionately now known as CJ.

C. J's first pic, 6lbs 10oz 23inches long

Daddy was so proud, he never believed we would have kids. And our first was a son, in his eyes it was all too perfect. He would ignore my wishes and sleep with CJ on his chest EVERY chance he got ( I'd just move CJ when he fell asleep).
Before I knew it, he was one years old. We had just gotten back from Mexico and he was walking and trying to really talk. I was just happy he was still my little baby. He had all his little teeth and he was starting to have a great personality (he gets it from his mama). He was just the best fun and we were as happy as we could be.
Two was a crazy time, with moving and his mood swings. He had totally forgot how to walk he only ran, he really talked A LOT, he didn't want to get his hair combed and was just an all around Cranker! But the worst part of it all was when I dropped him of to the daycare and he just said Bye Mom, and ran off to the hang out with the boys. I cried all the way to the train. He wasn't a baby anymore....

This was also when we discovered Music for Aardvarks and all was well when it played, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN.


Now here we are and he's wearing underwear, sleeping in his own bed, quoting Pixar movies (favorite of the day Wall-E), and has seen more than one movie in the theater. He loves to tell us he's not a baby anymore but will lay on his Daddy's chest and go right to sleep just like when he was a few days old. CJ loves to cuddle and is funny, talkative, smart and still the cutest baby boy ever. And Today on his third birthday I am the Luckiest Mom in the world!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CJ!
You're the best thing that ever happen to ME (and Daddy too)!

I sing this to CJ all the time. Can't go wrong with a little Glady Knight and the Pips!