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Happy Birthday, Bubbies!

This blog is not intended to be a documentation of our life as a family, but there will be some exceptions and this happens to be one of them.



Today my baby boy turned two.  This seems unbelievable until I find him standing on the kitchen table with the toilet brush in one hand and then there is no denying.  Emerson is two.  He has balanced out our princess filled home with trucks, trains, and Toy Story. 



To celebrate his big day, he made a call to 911, smacked his sisters and kicked the dog.  When I sing him Jesus Loves Me before bed, he now lifts his head from my shoulder looks me nose to nose and whispers "Shh!  No. Don't sing dat."  He then proceeds to tell me what to sing. Tonight he requested "Happy Birthday" for the tenth time today.



 
Emerson is a kid who hates change (much like his big sister).  He has a temper that can clear Target on a Saturday and a vocabulary that keeps us constantly amazed.  Not to mention, a smile that melts my heart!



From the first days Emerson was born, people would ask me if it felt different to have a boy.  Not really.  He's a baby.  Same as the other two. But as he neared his first birthday, something changed.  This little brown eyed boy pulled strings in my heart that had never been tugged at before.  Suddenly, I understood.  I can't put it into words.  There is no way to explain how this adorable little boy, who creates so much chaos, can pull so tightly on my heart, but he does. 


I always thought the saying "Mama's boy" was about the boy.  Now I know it's really about the Mama.  That boy is mine.  Toilet brush and all.


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  1. Janna OJanuary 26, 2011 at 8:13 AM

    Well said, Erin. I feel the same way about Eli. He brings me to yelling more than the girls combined, but I can't bear to see him cry (which is why he took the longest to sleep through the night!). Happy Birthday Emerson!

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  2. MauraJanuary 26, 2011 at 1:37 PM

    Aw! This is so sweet, and so, so true. Love your pics. :)

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