little mister big man

tomorrow my baby boy turns three years old.  i say it as a statement but the truth is it is more of a cry than a statement of fact.  he is my last baby and certainly spoiled right to the core.

he has his mommy wrapped around his finger and if that is not enough, he really likes to wriggle that chubby little finger and watch mommy dance.

he figured out way to early which super sad, broken hearted look worked in almost all cases, and has perfected it, so much so that he can do it on command at dinner to entertain company.

you would think that after seeing him do it for a laughing clapping crowd it would no longer work on mommy, but it does.

it mostly works because it is so very adorable that i want to see it again, also tho i know if it doesn't work he will move on to something else...   like super yucky mad face, which he has also perfected and can put on at the dinner table for the same laughing and clapping effect.

you see my little man is a little ham and loves the attention... which he gets almost all the time...

i was just thinking a few days ago that he really is pampered and gets most of what he wants, and i was worrying that maybe he will be a terror when i finally release him into the world....

and then he taught me something that i hope i never forget...

we were sitting at the table and his big sister was dawdling as usual (yes i know i had that coming as i was the worlds slowest eater, but i am quite sure she has broken my record)  and i said there was desert...

this usually speeds her up but i said there was two cookies, just two, and three of us at the table...
hmmm who gets them?  well he eats fast and furious and had already gobbled one cookie up before she had finished half her lunch,

i was holding the other cookie..

she was looking hopefully at the cookie, but not eating at all (of course, it was cold by now and not very appealing)  i held the cookie up to my mouth...
and he screeched ..."no mommy that is aviendas cookie!!!!!"

and i had an idea, a terrible, horrible idea, i am sure my face looked much like the grinch when he was smiling at cindy-lou who, and i said............
"you can have the cookie sweetie" 

to LEELAND

and he held his tiny hand out and said "ok mommy i will have it" in the very sweetest and slightly confused voice i have ever heard...

and my daughter started to cry...

yes i am horrible but i had to know...

and something happened then that i did not expect...

my son started to cry....

and said in the very most sincere and  loving voice i have ever heard...

 "here avienda you can have it, this is your cookie"

and as she wiped her tears and took the cookie

 he was till crying,

and i asked "whats wrong manny?"
of course i'm thinking he is now regretting that he doesn't have the cookie

and he said "my avienda is sad"

and i learned in that instant that all my "spoiling" had not spoiled him,

and i got him another cookie,
and i got her another cookie
and i ate a cookie myself
because life is short
and sometimes we need a reward.

happy birthday little mister big man,
i love you more than words could ever capture,
i thank God for you every single day
and i look forward to watching you become the man God made you to be.
tho i am not in a hurry so lets take our time...