VINCENT

I have been trying to write this post for several weeks, but blogger keeps messing with me.  So, here we go again.

My sweet boy turned 4 almost a month ago.  It's a little difficult to call him "sweet" after the fits he threw this morning.  He didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to get dressed, didn't want to brush his teeth, didn't want to come downstairs, etc.  You get the idea.  Sometimes it's hard to remember, in these moments, that the majority of the time, he is a complete joy.

At any rate, he's my first born and my best bud.  We did an interview with him for his 4th birthday (an idea I stole from my friend Catie.)  We video taped it, so I will attempt to get it on here eventually.

He's so smart, probably too smart for his own good.  I have loved every age with him.  Although, admittedly, 2-4 was kind of rough.  He is really becoming his own little person and says the funniest things.  I heard him ask Owen in the car the other day, out of no where, "Owen, are you thinking what I'm thinking?"  So funny.  He also likes to ask us what time it is, as if it has any real meaning to him.  He also says not so funny things like "Mommy, it looks like you have another baby in your belly."  Uh...thanks dude. (That's another post all together).

He really can be so loving and so sweet.  He will come up to you with no warning and say "I love you and daddy."  Yeah, little man, the feeling is mutual. I think (read: hope) that he and Owen will be best friends.  Owen is old enough now that they are starting to play together more.  This, of course, leads to more fights.  I suppose that's inevitable though.

He seems excited about his role as a big brother and the opportunity to teach Owen things.  He is also requesting that we have another baby.  A sister this time, if we wouldn't mind.  He is a natural leader and I hope he will transition into this well.  I hope he uses this trait for good and not evil.

It's hard to believe that little 4lb 9oz baby that surprised us 4 weeks early is a big, strong, healthy preschooler. The beginning of his life was dramatic and that suits him just right. 

It's hard to remember how tiny he was...

I will never forget the day he almost quit breathing and had to be rushed to the hospital in an ambulance.  He wasn't even a month old. I'll never forget my mom coming in our room, after I got out of the shower, to tell me that Dave had to call an ambulance to come get our baby because he was turning blue.  They wouldn't let me ride in the back with him.  I sat up front.  I remember looking out the window so that the EMT driving wouldn't see me sobbing.  I also remember her telling me that the fact that he was screaming back there was a good thing.  It meant the he was breathing.  



So much to be grateful for.

Not a day goes by that I don't thank God for the opportunity to be a mother.  The blessing of being able to get pregnant and carry a baby to (almost) full term. There is no experience in the world that I will cherish more than spending 9 months with my children inside me, all to myself.  It's so exciting when they are born, but then it means you have to share them with the rest of the world.

Vincent, you are so incredibly loved by so many people. He asked me the other day if I still love him when he's being bad.  I told him that I will ALWAYS love him, no matter what he does.  There is nothing he can do or not do that would ever change that.

Nothing could be more true.

-Alison