Yesterday was Jackson’s birthday and he turned three (!!). The photo is from the day before, his last day as a 2-year-old. I wish I could say he had a great birthday, but the truth is he was in a terribly cranky mood from the minute he woke up until the minute he went to bed (although his sitter assures me that, for the morning hours he was with her, he was in a great mood…). We tried to make it a special day, too, and our efforts were unappreciated to say the least. For example, I made both the strawberry birthday cake and lasagna he requested (and those of you who have made lasagna from scratch can appreciate the work involved), and then, when I presented them at dinner time, he said, “I don’t want that!!” And instead of saying thank you for his gifts (which included his first scooter), he threw some of them across the room, yelling, “I don’t want this!”
I had heard that three is worse than two, but, my God, I hope his first day as a three-year-old isn’t indicative of the year we have ahead of us. Jackson has his moments, sure, but in general he is a very sweet, well-behaved, compassionate little boy. Strangers comment on his sweet disposition and good behavior regularly. And one of the most important things to me as a parent is raising him to be kind and grateful, so it kills me when he acts like a brat. I even said to him, “Where’s my sweet Jackson today? Where did he go and when is he coming back?” I’m going to chalk this up to some sort of early-onset birthday blues and hope it was just a bad day. We are throwing him a party this weekend and keeping fingers crossed he is much nicer to his guests than he was to us yesterday. We’re also keeping our fingers crossed for good weather. It’s supposed to rain all morning tomorrow at exactly when the (outdoor) party is planned.
Aside from the birthday party, I’m hoping for at least a few hours of down time. It’s been a crazy and busy month, starting with the chemical pregnancy four weeks ago and including lots of other stresses and activity. Not all of it has been bad, of course, but all of it has been tiring. I could use a whole weekend just to catch up on rest. Hey, who wants to come babysit a super-active 3-year-old who’s currently channeling Veruca Salt? Anyone??
UPDATE: As of 2 PM, my son is back! I hope I don’t see that crazy kid from yesterday for a very long time.