Happy Birthday, Natertot!

Two years ago today, Sara gave birth to Nate. It was a long labor (18 hours), and by the time he actually popped out, it was late (about 10:30PM).

He came out a screamer, which Sara’s mom thought was funny, but we were too tired to appreciate it. Lucky for us, that first night he slept great, barely crying, and providing no clues of the horrible 4 months in store for us.

After that first night, Nate was up randomly throughout the night, didn’t sleep well during the day, and only did more to develop his lungs. He can still let out a piercing scream if you try to put him in his chair and he really, really doesn’t want to eat dinner because OH MY GOD DID YOU KNOW THERE’S AN OUTSIDE TO THIS HOUSE? WITH GRASS?

He’s since developed into one of my favorite people. In the last two years we’ve helped teach and watched him learn to eat, crawl, walk, talk, dance, splash, throw, run, jump, laugh, give hugs, demand kisses, request cake at every meal, bark, meow, squawk, ribbit, tickle, knock on doors, and sleep in his own bed.

He absorbs a lot more than we give him credit for, and every day one of us asks, “how did he know that?”

Happy birthday, Natertot. Hopefully this year we figure out how to use a toilet and get those sentences down. Cause and effect might come shortly after. Who knows.

And the obligatory birthday party pic: