Happy Birthday, Henry!

Call me crazy, {this is where you yell, "CRAZY" to the computer}, but I have no idea what Henry's due date was. Do you know how most moms can say, "Well, your due date was the 20th, but you didn't get here until the 43rd" or something like that? Somewhere in the depths of my brain with the Dewey decimal system, that original date has been lost. And I feel a little bit less mother-ish.

What I do remember is that Henry was born today two years ago! He entered this world through scheduled C-section {not my original plan, but I had a few complications that mandated that} and that was so weird! We showed up at the hospital and said, "We're here to have a baby, please. Would you mind cutting this thing out of me this morning?"
It really felt odd that the whole staff said, "okay".

I was a little nervous at the major surgery and got a bit chatty in pre-op and I remember Jason laughing and telling the nurse that I am a bit talkative when I'm anxious. This was before any anesthesia, people and my poor hubs was making excuses for me. Thankfully the anesthesia portion came soon.

Besides the whole major surgery, cutting me open portion, everything went really smoothly. {I don't want people to think C-sections are easy- they are hard, too- but in a different way. A way that doesn't include sweating, pushing or labor, but the recovery is not a breeze.}

Henry kicked the ENTIRE time in my belly and that should have given us an idea about our little man. He has been on the go ever since! He's actually been two in his mind/ actions for a while now and has garnered the nickname "Captain Destructo" for his amazing super power to get anywhere he needs to be instantly and destroy whatever is in his path. But he makes up for it with cuteness.

The whole family adores this little brother. He is at the stage where everything he does is cute. Pulling the dog's tale? Cute. Coloring on the table? Tolerable and cute. Saying "I wub ooo, Mommy" after he tears apart the vacuum cleaner? Acceptable. And cute, danggit.

As much as I try not to compare my children, Henry is only himself because of what makes up his world and Ollie is a big part of that. He loves his brother- absolutely follows, mimics and wants to do everything Ollie is doing. Oh, how I pray that his big brother is a good leader.

Here's to a happy 2nd birthday and to a wonderful 3rd year, Henry!
May you continue to grow and learn more and more about this big world. You are so smart- scary smart- and I know you are learning so quickly; we're just trying to keep up.
We're enamored with you and so happy you are part of our family. Can we bottle your energy and enthusiasm? You are just a joy to be around and everyone you meet knows the same thing. You are constantly moving, always talking, always wanting to play. You are the life of the party.

And we are so glad you're here.

We love you, big guy! Happy Birthday!