Ike's Third Birthday
Tomorrow is Ike’s third birthday. That’s a hard number to wrap my head around. Three years old. Ever time around his birthday I start thinking about the first year of his life how it sucked and how it’s such a pleasant surprise that he’s here with us today. When you’re in the midst of a crisis like his first year, it’s hard to even see into next week, much less three years down the road, so when Sweetie went and got him from his crib this morning and he sat on his mom’s lap with that smile of his so wide and whole-hearted, the whole third-birthday tomorrow thing just gave it that extra kick. Were heading out to the ocean to celebrate the whole affair. Last year around this time , I made a list of things I wanted to accomplish in the next three hundred and sixty five days, and going to the ocean was one of them. More than three hundred days later and we’re just going for the first time this weekend. Oh well, better late than never. Sweetie’s taking the weekend off work so we’ll h...