One year ago today, I looked like this:
I don’t remember much of the day. But from what I’ve been told, someone sliced a hole in my abdomen and this came out:
I don’t remember how much he weighed or what time he was born. Some people say, “Oh – that’s because he’s your third, no one remembers that details after the first.” I usually scoff at that because I have several friends who remember the details of all of their children. I also scoff because I remember the details of none of mine. The only way I can retrieve the details of LilZ’s birth is because I have a frame with a picture from the day he was born and the details are engraved on that frame. For NikkiZ and AndyZ? It’s all thanks to the blog. I feel adequate shame over this…the same as when people ask me how old AndyZ is and I have no idea. Lately I’ve been saying, “He’ll be 1 in May.” Or, “He’ll be 1 this month.” And by “lately” I mean, “Since he was born.” I just don’t do well with the monthly or weekly or daily remembrance. And that I blame on him being the third kid. And the beer drinking. (By me…not him.)
But suddenly, He’s a year old.
The entry about his birth mentions how we all thought he looked like my Dad.
I have absolutely nothing planned for AndyZ’s birthday. NOTHING. I was thinking about getting people to meet us for a birthday picnic this weekend, but the weather is supposed to suck. We went out last night and bought TWO presents. A small box of trucks and a fridge/magnet toy. Oh – and some sippy cups. Do those count as birthday gifts? Now – my lack of plans/excitement can be blamed on the 3rd kid syndrome. Because I’ve learned after two that these 1-year olds? Too dumb to know what’s going on. Wait, dumb? Probably not a good word choice. You know what I mean.
Either way…this angel is one today. His first year has been coated with sadness, which sucks. But today? We’ll be happy. Because this kid is amazing in every way. And he deserves all of the celebration a first birthday mandates.
Unfortunately, all he’s getting is a store-bought cupcake.