happy 3rd birthday, baby boy!

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As I sit here and write this on the eve of Ari’s third (!!!) birthday, and the third anniversary of the most horrific + agonizing night of my life, I’m in complete shock. When this post goes live Friday morning, my sweet little baby boy is going to be a three-year old KID.

I’m struggling with this. A LOT. In fact, I just want to run into his room (where he’s actually sleeping soundly, for once) and scoop him up and bring him in bed to sleep with me tonight… and I still may do that.

It feels like this is the first year that he actually KNOWS it’s his birthday — and that is incredibly exciting. He’s been talking (and telling everyone who will listen) about how it’s his “Hap-Birthday” all week! Yes, that’s how he says it. “Mommy – it’s my hap birthday!”

I cannot wait to spend the day with him (sick or not, I’m making sure he has fun) and then for Chad & I to give him his fabulous toddler gifts!

In the meantime, if you need me, I’ll be the pregnant chick, crying in her soup, over a baby that’s no longer a baby. ♥