Well I'm actually a little sad and embarrassed by just how long it too me to post about Ozzye's birthday. It was back in May. We even celebrated a few days early since we left for vacation on his birthday. Of course since returning I have been uploading pictures of vacation (which I'm STILL in the process of, wish blogger could make that a bit easier) and I was planning on starting with his birthday and continuing the post into vacation. However I figure since we are less than a week away from another birthday already I better at least get Ozzye's posted and just wait and see when I get around to finishing up vacation 2011.
I use to make all of the kid's cakes. I loved doing it. Mostly because we have all these great childhood pictures of these cool cakes my mom made for my brother but rarely seemed as though there was any for me. Ironically enough my mom is the very reason I stopped making cakes for my kids. I'm not when it happened or why even but she has taken over the birthday cakes. I think it probably came about that I would end up asking her for help since she IS so good at it and she would get frustrated with it (probably because I didn't do it right... first borns!) or I would try to make them too healthy and she wouldn't like the taste or be challenging to decorate or I don't even know why...
And so the new tradition has become rather boring. The kids pick out their cake. Grandma buys it and they find their favorite little toy or convince Grandma she needs to pick up a new one for them to put on top of their cake. In any case while it doesn't give me the "mommy of the year award" feeling it does seem to make them happy and when we have a birthday almost every month for half of the year it certainly makes my prep for their birthdays less stressful.
So our little Ozzye is 3 now and he is still the size of most 2 year olds. He is also just as trying as most two year olds. While on vacation I kept having flash backs which I can only assume is similar to what amnesia patients must experience. You see our little Brody in the last two years has become so laid back and charming we had completely forgotten how frustrating he was when he was Ozzye's age. Yet while on vacaction I kept having this deja vu feeling when Ozzye would push us to our limits like I had already experienced it before but knew it couldn't have been him. And then it would sink in that it was something our sweet little angel of a boy Brody had done. Which gives us hope!
Since Ozzye is darling and oh so hysterical so often throughout the day. Today looking inside from the backyard through the screen door he said "me out here mama. Let me out." I am quiet certain it was no accident that he made us fall so deeply in love with him. It's a survival tactic. And it has served him well. Even, Dave, the man that would have been more than happy to stop after two children, has expressed on more than one occasion that he could quite possibly be his favorite child. He has also expressed how very much of a huge frustration he is to him as well. He definitively pushes us far more than the first four have. But he more than makes up for it with his sweetness.
I love how excited he gets to get his birthday cards. He hugged most of them after he "read" them.
It is amazing how quickly each babe weaves themselves into your family.
Happy Birthday Beautiful "baby" boy!









