My, oh my how the time does fly. My baby is four today and it seems that yesterday he was turning two. We like to block out the first 18 months of his life because he was a terrible baby. He never slept and cried 18 hours of the day. He had colic, reflux, and just couldn't settle himself into our little family. So, today he is four. Stephen and I grew as a couple and I gained strength as a mom after Elan was born. I learned so much... God knew I needed him and he apparently needed me too. Elan is now so funny and confident. He loves life and people, and especially his mama.
The beginning was rough, but we bonded and became so close. We learned from each other. We needed each other.
Elan is one in a million. His dimples, his smile and his beautiful eyes tell so much of who he is. If you look close enough, you can get a glimpse of his soul through his eyes... they are a crisp green and look straight into his heart.
This is by far one of my favorite photos of Elan, and I just took it this past Sunday.
Some more of my favorite "Elan" photos...
This weekend when I asked Elan what he wanted for his birthday dinner, he replied, "Cake!" I said, well, if we have cake for dinner, what will we have for dessert? Without hesitation, he replied, "Brownies!" Well, duh. I am such an idiot.
The child is hilarious...
He came up from the basement this weekend and he was grabbing his arse... as he cried, he said, "Mom, I think I broke my collar bone."
All he wanted for his birthday was his own deer steak that he didn't have to share with anyone.
He sticks rocks in his nose, eats dirt, dog poop and mulch, he can negotiate himself into getting exactly what he wants. He has a smile that will make you melt and he is seldom clean. He is wild, and has the attention span of a gnat. He claims he is going to live with me forever.
I love him dearly.
Happy Birthday, sweet boy, I love you.