Four years ago, Anthony couldn’t wait to see the world. He arrived several days prior to his scheduled c-section. I went into labor and he arrived two hours after I got to the hospital.
My poor sister was somewhat shocked when we announced that we were leaving for the hospital and she had to hold down the fort.
That’s Anthony to a T. Always rushing into things, keeping us on our toes.
He is the sweetest, cuddliest boy. The only one of my children who lets me kiss him and who kisses me in return.
He also has the loudest shriek when he’s upset, and he’s upset at the drop of a hat. But his anger never lasts for long and then he’s tugging at my sleeve to say, “Sorry.”
He wants desperately to be included in everything, but is just too small sometimes to fit into the big kids games. He picks on poor Lucy unmercifully, though I know he does love her.
Anyway, Happy birthday to my dearest boy. Tomorrow I’ll try to post pictures of today’s celebrations.