My Little Punk

My baby boy turns four today. He is a punk. A regular Punky Brewster.Let me tell you a little story to help you get to know my son.

Three days ago, I took my kids to Jazzercise, as I often do. Before and after class, my little boy likes to climb on the stage. He jumps around and does funny squats and lunges, and yells hi-yah! The ladies think he is hilarious. Class was about to start so I walked to the front of the class and said "Come on, class is gonna start." He said, "No!" but jumped off the stage, threw himself on the floor and began to scream, "Owie! Owie! Owie!" So by now, EVERYONE is watching us. I grabbed him up and hauled his 40lbs screaming butt back to the babysitting room. I put him down and hurriedly told the babysitter that he was faking it. I turned to leave and he let's out this huge wail. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" I shut the door, turn around and everyone is looking at me. The instructor says in the microphone, "Ahhhh! Poor Aaron!" (His name is NOT Aaron, but I wasn't gonna correct her.) To this I reply, "He's fine, he's just dramatic." The whole room laughs, and class begins.

And yet another example, we went to the pool two nights ago. A man with his son began to play catch near us. The man says to my little boy, "Hey, buddy! You want to throw it?" He grabs the ball from the man, makes a move that looks like he is going to throw it, but instead, shoves the ball in his mouth and starts to chew on it.

He never has been an easy child. It started when I got pregnant and never quit throwing up. I developed major rage and couldn't sleep at night. He cried and cried for months after he was born and I dealing with post-partum depression. He wouldn't chew his food till he was 18 months. He hasn't learned to speak properly yet and this can be frustrating for both of us. And to top it off, he is STILL in diapers. But I wouldn't trade him for everything I ever wanted in the world. Because even though he is a major punk with attitude, he melts my heart every time he runs to me and says "Ahhh! Bi haaaa!! (Big Hug), sqeezes me as hard as he can and showers me with kisses.

Happy Fourth Birthday, little one. I Love You!