Today is Hewitt's 3rd birthday. I'm still a little surprised sometimes that he's a part of our family. I have a very vivid memory of waking early one morning with a prompting to take a pregnancy test and the humble, happy tears that followed the positive reading. I was at a point in my life where I didn't know if another child was going to be possible for us. I spent an entire pregnancy worrying about what could go wrong because of my previous delivery experiences. It was such a blessing and relief to deliver a healthy, hefty (for us) 6 pound 1 ounce baby with no complications or surprises. (My goal was to have at least a six pound baby so that 1 ounce may as well have been a ton I was so grateful!)
These are memories from which I often have to call on for perspective. That sweet baby who snorted when he was hungry in the night now has a voice. A voice coupled with an opinion. An opinion often spoken as mandate. Mandates which he fully intends to enforce. In short, Hewitt is a spit-fire Jekyll and Hyde. He loves to laugh and make silly faces, pretend he's Batman or a Power Ranger, run, jump, and especially ride his bike. He wants to eat cereal for every meal and has to eat first thing in the morning or else, trust me, you don't want to be around him. There really are only 3 sides to Hewitt: good, bad and sleeping. I like the first and last Hewitts best.
This kid has a temper like I've never seen. He often gets so mad he just clenches his fists and yells. If anyone does anything to upset him he attacks from the back with punch after punch. He's not a fan of being locked in his room, but hasn't yet decided that poor behavior isn't worth said punishment. Pinching and spanking don't do a whole for him either. Yet when he calms down he's often quick to say sorry and, "I want to be nice."
We all want you to be nice, Hewitt. And have a nice birthday, too!