His birthdays are harder for me than Spiderman's are. I imagine it's like that for most moms and their babies. With Spiderman, it's always, "I have a four-year-old? How am I old enough to have a four-year-old?"
But with the Hulk, my thoughts are, "My baby's 3. Why can't they just STOP GROWING UP?!" And he's not a baby anymore. He's a little boy.
It was thinking of this little guy that made me cry listening to Sherrie's song about her own blue eyed boy. (See sidebar and previous post.)
It's been 6 hours since I started this post. We've had birthday danish rolls, opened presents, and played with new toys all day. This post has been in the back of my mind throughout it all.
I really don't know what I want to say. I could tell you about the Hulk -- he's passionate, he's got the cutest smile and this husky laugh that I adore. I could tell you about the things he loves right now -- Star Wars and......Star Wars. Brings the movie with him everywhere. Pretends Otterpops are lightsabers. Wears his blanket as a cape and calls himself Yoda, or "Yoya."
But none of those things capture what I'm feeling right now. I'm just sad that my kids keep growing. I love every new stage they enter, but it still breaks my heart. Maybe I'm just too dang baby-hungry right now to look at Hulk's birthday with the right perspective.
Regardless, I love my little boy. I'm so glad that he still likes to cuddle up with me. I love how much he loves/imitates his brother. And as much as I complain about him growing up, I love seeing all the new things he learns, and the way he changes daily.
Love you, sweet boy.