So the other day was my kids birthday. 1 year ago they came into this world, one crying and peeing on the doctor, the other one holding onto a rib for dear life because she didn't want to leave her little nook. It's been such a long and bumpy road to the 365th day, but it's also been a magical and enlightening one! To see these two little monkeys not only survive, but thrive after that harrowing first 2 months of IV's, incubators, UV lamps, feeding tubes, glycerin drops and apnea monitors. Taking them home in the middle of a December winter that was one of the coldest I can recall when they only weighed 3+ lbs. Having the heat go out in the apartment and trying to keep them warm, waking up for 3am feedings, apnea false alarms, and random crying fits. Those nights seemed like they'd never end... but then, before you knew it, they were over and the these two were recognizing sounds and faces, crawling, clapping, getting favorite tv shows, picking out favorite toy and most of all... they recognized and loved their mommy and daddy!
We had some family over and had a quiet party to celebrate our little miracles. They cherished every moment, enjoying spending time with everyone while getting passed around like hot potatoes. When it came time for cake... they had set before them, two gigantic cupcakes, almost as big as they were! She took to the icing almost immediately, swiping large fistfulls and devouring them. He took one big handful, got it all over his face, then proceeded to lick the icing still on his face instead of going back for more. Waste not, want not... good job buddy! Of course, daddy felt the need to interject and pull off pieces of the actual cake for them to try. My little girl gobbled it up with a smile. My little guy on the other hand started choking and gagging on it... great, I'm going to choke my own son on his 1st birthday! He got it up tho and had a smile back on his face in no time. Thanks for being so forgiving buddy. :) By the end of the cake eating extravaganza, he'd gotten blue frosting in his hair, all over his face, on his clothes, the floor, the highchair... it was a war zone! She on the other hand, got most of it in her mouth, good job pumpkin! Then it was off to the bath for a quick clean up and then presents time! They always say that kids spend more time with the box than they do with the toy... I'm pretty sure that was the case with me growing up. With my own kids tho, granted during the opening of the presents the paper was all they cared about... but once all the gifts were unwrapped and the paper was cleaned up... they dove head long into their new treasures with reckless abandon. They loved their new play things, so much so that long after our family had gone and it was well past their bed time... they wanted to play with their new toys in lieu of going to bed... thank you all!
But when I see their beaming faces smiling up at their mommy and daddy with pure joy between playing with each other and their birthday gifts, how can I be mad? They've gone through so much to get here and they've earned their birthday celebration! So clap and dance and wiggle all you want guys, you've earned it and mommy and daddy love you so much!
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