It's my baby's birthday today.
Which, for the record, I wanted to celebrate by COMPLETELY IGNORING IT, going about our daily business and pretending that my son is still a newborn.
BUT friends and family keep texting me and bringing it up, being all Oh hey, Happy Birthday to Boaz and I'm all ...Who? but they just laugh and clearly don't understand how important denial is a mother's emotional state.
And it's just making this whole occasion increasingly difficult to ignore.
Jerks.
SO I guess I haven't really been left with many options.
Say a few nice things about him here.
Go make some cupcakes.
Shove approximately 57 of them in my mouth while crying and looking at baby pictures.
This is my to-do list.
So Happy Birthday to this sweet little boy of mine.
Who is always happy and smiley..
...ticklish and snuggly...
...strong and very big.
(24 pounds to be exact.)
(Yikes.)
(Must be all those sticks of butter I let him snack on.)
(Just kidding.)
...And still insists on crawling on his flippin' hind legs.
Weirdo.
( P.S. You can go back and read his birth story HERE. )
