Alex is...6?
So, my baby is 6.
Yes. He has given me permission to still call him my baby, even saying that I can call him that when he is 30. See, he gets me and knows me well.
Look, having 4 kids in 5 years was never my idea of fun and I wasn't happy when I found out Number 4 was coming. We were in a shoebox of a house that was bursting at the seams. My #3 was a difficult baby, requiring so much extra time and energy and holy hat, another baby? That was negative Lisa. She hung out for a while. Even when we told people and everyone was so excited, there I was, ready to cry at any given moment because I was just not into it, at all. I don't know when I snapped out of that, but it lasted for a long time. I don't regret that mindset. I feel like it was necessary for me to process that emotion to make room for the positive.
We moved into our forever home when I was 9 months pregnant. It was the first time I took a deep breath my entire pregnancy. A house big enough for us was at the top of the list of things that gave me anxiety.
Also, stomach bugs. Stomach bugs give me anxiety. They normally give me anxiety but getting one at 9 months pregnant was the worst anxiety one could have. I knew that I would end up in labor. I almost willed it to happen each time I said, "I will NOT be in the hospital on Christmas day" multiple times during this pregnancy.
The duality of my feelings during this pregnancy kind of mirrors Alex's duality. (You were probably wondering where I was going with all of that. It was a very long segue into the sappy part of the post.) Al is so many things rolled into one explosive, adorable, kind, crazy package. He is the baby of the family and uses that to his advantage. He cries when he doesn't get his way and laughs when we give in. He is naughty and pushes every single button I have, but will hug me when he is finished raising hell. He is tough. So tough. But, when he crumbles, he crumbles hard. This is Alex.
Alex is best friends with Emma. They are very similar in many ways and they get along so, so well. Emma is very much Al's second Mom, and she enjoys that.
Alex and Sara love to laugh together. They butt heads a bit, but, they're really so great together.
Al and Jack couldn't be more different. It is almost comical. But, they play together well, Al looks to Jack for help when he needs Lego help or pokemon advice.
Al is his Daddy's bud. They bond over trucks and tools and superhero movies.
And then, there is Al and Mommy. He is my baby boy. We are very close and have been since day one. He has some separation anxiety that we are continuously working through but he is a champ and we are just taking each day at a time.
Alex, you are so into the avengers and trucks and tools and wanting to be a policeman. You have such a tough-guy side, so when you randomly ask to watch Mickey Mouse or Paw Patrol, it makes me so happy. It reminds me of those wonderful days where we spent our days together. I will cherish those memories forever.
Al, I couldn't have asked for a better Number 4. You are my little man. You are my best friend! You have taught me patience and how to pick my battles. You have taught me how to laugh when I may have cried in the past. I love you, even when you are F5-ing all over the place.
Happy birthday, AllyBob, Big Al, Tornado Alley, F5, etc... I cannot believe you are six.
Yes. He has given me permission to still call him my baby, even saying that I can call him that when he is 30. See, he gets me and knows me well.
Look, having 4 kids in 5 years was never my idea of fun and I wasn't happy when I found out Number 4 was coming. We were in a shoebox of a house that was bursting at the seams. My #3 was a difficult baby, requiring so much extra time and energy and holy hat, another baby? That was negative Lisa. She hung out for a while. Even when we told people and everyone was so excited, there I was, ready to cry at any given moment because I was just not into it, at all. I don't know when I snapped out of that, but it lasted for a long time. I don't regret that mindset. I feel like it was necessary for me to process that emotion to make room for the positive.
We moved into our forever home when I was 9 months pregnant. It was the first time I took a deep breath my entire pregnancy. A house big enough for us was at the top of the list of things that gave me anxiety.
Also, stomach bugs. Stomach bugs give me anxiety. They normally give me anxiety but getting one at 9 months pregnant was the worst anxiety one could have. I knew that I would end up in labor. I almost willed it to happen each time I said, "I will NOT be in the hospital on Christmas day" multiple times during this pregnancy.
The duality of my feelings during this pregnancy kind of mirrors Alex's duality. (You were probably wondering where I was going with all of that. It was a very long segue into the sappy part of the post.) Al is so many things rolled into one explosive, adorable, kind, crazy package. He is the baby of the family and uses that to his advantage. He cries when he doesn't get his way and laughs when we give in. He is naughty and pushes every single button I have, but will hug me when he is finished raising hell. He is tough. So tough. But, when he crumbles, he crumbles hard. This is Alex.
Alex is best friends with Emma. They are very similar in many ways and they get along so, so well. Emma is very much Al's second Mom, and she enjoys that.
Alex and Sara love to laugh together. They butt heads a bit, but, they're really so great together.
Al and Jack couldn't be more different. It is almost comical. But, they play together well, Al looks to Jack for help when he needs Lego help or pokemon advice.
Al is his Daddy's bud. They bond over trucks and tools and superhero movies.
And then, there is Al and Mommy. He is my baby boy. We are very close and have been since day one. He has some separation anxiety that we are continuously working through but he is a champ and we are just taking each day at a time.
Alex, you are so into the avengers and trucks and tools and wanting to be a policeman. You have such a tough-guy side, so when you randomly ask to watch Mickey Mouse or Paw Patrol, it makes me so happy. It reminds me of those wonderful days where we spent our days together. I will cherish those memories forever.
Al, I couldn't have asked for a better Number 4. You are my little man. You are my best friend! You have taught me patience and how to pick my battles. You have taught me how to laugh when I may have cried in the past. I love you, even when you are F5-ing all over the place.
Happy birthday, AllyBob, Big Al, Tornado Alley, F5, etc... I cannot believe you are six.
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