Yeah, so apparently the Hiltpold family blog has turned into the twice a year birthday blog. Whatev - lets just go with it.
So as you may have guessed - we have a birthday in the house...holla! My baby is 3! THREE I SAID! Three means no more baby. Three means a big boy bed. Three means mommy is pondering where all the time went...
So, a few weeks ago, I went against my better judgement and personal preferences and enrolled you and your brother in a two day a week mother's day out "school" program. Well, kind of. Cade gets to go two days a week, but you only go one. Kind of a calculated move on my part. I didn't really want you in school at all, but I was pretty sure if Cade was going, you would be SURE you needed to go too. But the truth is, being the second born, you have NEVER spent any time alone with me. You two have always done EVERYTHING together. Kinda cool, but everyone deserves some special Mommy time. So Tuesday's are our days. And I love Tuesdays. But baby...YOU love Tuesdays more. You start asking the night before...making sure you aren't going to school. Making sure you are "staying home with Mommy". And in the morning as we are getting ready, you will periodically make sure nothing has changed...that we are just taking Cade to school and then we will spend the day just you and me. And we do. And it's awesome. We get errands done. We have special treats (eh hem...starbucks pumpkin loaf). We ride the carousel at the mall. We live it up. And you are so sweet and mostly agreeable and I just want to take in every minute with you.
One of the things I've grown to notice about you lately is your determination. You started not wanting to go to school a few weeks ago. Easy enough for me...I never really wanted you to go in the first place. ;). Crap...wrong Mommy response. I think I'm suppose to make you go or something. OK, take 2. So while it's OK to not go to school, I do actually believe that has to be a decision made by your Dad and me...not you. Sorry dude. So I explain and you cry and I eventually get you there and you muster up this brave determination that you're going to do what you have to do. You head into the room - stone faced. Turn back to me and run all out, tears in eyes, quivering chin...hug me around the neck and say "I love you Mommy", turn and run back into the room....NO TEARS. Shoot - now I'm the one crying. It's like you just decided and it was done. Not easy. Not what you would choose. Just done.
And Friday night, you got your big boy bed. After our experience with your brother, we knew it could be a hard transition from the crib to the bed, so we left it in your room so you could choose where you slept until your were comfortable. Just as a reference point, it took Cade two weeks and much coaxing to transition to his bed. But you - you determined little thing. "Mommy, can I sleep in my big boy bed?" You must have asked 5 times. I of course said yes every time, knowing that you would, in the end, choose the crib. Crap, I hate it when I'm wrong. at bedtime you climbed right in. didn't move a muscle all night. I know. I watched on the monitor until you fell asleep and then periodically throughout the night. I could see in your eyes the slight feeling of "I'm not sure about this", but you made up your mind. Done. And the next night ...done. You, my friend are determined. Stubborn maybe - I guess my perspective depends on if you are being obedient or not. But I love it. And I love you.
Oh - and have I mentioned that you're hair is getting CURLIER?!??!?! Oh my, I'm so in love with it. You are cute as a bug with your chipped/crooked/adorable teeth, curly hair and killer smile. I'm still just as smitten with you as ever. And even though this is your last birthday blog as the baby of this family...remember - You will ALWAYS be my baby!!!
Happy birthday Colie - Pie!
