Baby Baby

... where has my baby gone?

Tomorrow Tom turns three.  I cannot believe that 3 years have passed since I cradled my youngest boy in my arms and wept with joy and relief... and terror.  Time has just hurtled by and I feel a bit like in the cartoons, when someone whizzes past someone really fast and the person left behind spins around and falls over.  If that makes sense.  The relief I felt was that I wasn't pregnant anymore - I remember when I had Sam, the doctor said "congratulations, you're not pregnant anymore", cracked me up!   The years have been filled with the joy that those first moments promised, and as my two boys get bigger, the premonition of terror has also come true!!  Sometimes I listen to my lads playing together and it is so wonderful, the imagination and camaraderie and the giggles, god I love the giggles!!  But it is so fleeting and so precious, because sooner or later (usually sooner) they will come to blows and the screams and cries of  "MOM"  will desecrate the glorious  halcyon moments.  But anyway, presents are wrapped, cards are made and writtten in, puppy dog cake is iced...

... I am quite pleased with him, but bejasus did it take some time to do!!!  Biggest brother is due sometime tomorrow, and grandma and grandad are coming as well.  Tom has chosen to have a birthday lunch of salami, cucumber and crisps (!) and then we are off to The Treehouse for softplay and chicken nuggets and chips with a group of friends, should be fun!