Happy Birthday, Baby Boy

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Three years ago today, I first laid eyes on our second son. Victor came into this world (all 8 pounds, 12 ounces of him) much the same way as he approaches life to this day - at his own speed. I had a scheduled C-section, but Victor decided he was comfortable right where he was. So, he hooked his feet into my ribs like a little bat baby and hung on for dear life. Despite his best intentions, he finally emerged from his snuggly cocoon and rather than crying, made his intentions clear by looking me dead in the face and sucking on his fist.

Yes, from the first moment Victor came into this world he knew what he wanted and he didn't stop until he got it. Our first night in the hospital, Victor nursed every 45 minutes for 8 straight hours until my milk came in. He was NOT going to wait three days - he was hungry! And what Victor wants, Victor gets.

He still takes his time to warm up to people - he'll smile and peek at you from behind my leg or daddy's shoulder. He even takes about 30 minutes to warm up to his grandparents! But, once he's comfortable - in his own sweet time and on his own terms - he'll come around (and maybe even share his toys with you).

Today my baby boy is three. I can't believe the time has passed so quickly. Truly, the days are long but the years are short. While I can barely remember him as a baby, I can't imagine our family without him.

Happy birthday, Victor-Roo...


Anonymous said...

He is adorable. Happy Birthday!

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