I’ve been hemming and hawing all day about what I’ll write today, but for once I don’t get to blame our beloved NaBloPoMo on my hesitation.
Today is a a special day here in the Meowhold because two years ago today we got the most important addition to our family since Mademoiselle Gracie. That’s right– two years ago, around this time of night, I was screaming my ass off and trying to keep the focus on the little person of unknown gender who was trying to meet us for the first time.
There are many details about that day that have become a blur –I don’t remember what underwear I was wearing, or the room number, or the average high temperature of the day. But I do remember enough to be both exhilarated and terrified at the prospect of possibly getting pregnant and giving birth once again: I remember the excitement and the anticipation with the wait, and I also remember the pain and the discomfort of giving birth (even though I will take my pain and discomfort ANY DAY over some of the stories I have heard).
Herr Meow has come such a long way from being a tiny little sleepy thing, bundled up and smelling sweet in his tiny clothes. He can speak in five word sentences sometimes, and he understands both English and Spanish, for instance. He can also sing quite a few songs and he loves to dance and jump. And he can make his needs known– something that would have been so welcome during those first frustrating days trying to adjust to a little life in our midst.
Right now he’s got a bit of a fever, so our day has been very low-key and filled with cuddles– not that I mind at all.
Honestly, I cannot believe it’s really been two years. I see him and I see a face that feels like it’s been with me my whole life.
When people tell you that you just cannot fathom how much you love your children, go ahead and roll your eyes but remember: they are totally right.
Happy birthday to my little guy, He Who Would Become Herr Meow Because German Is A Bad-Ass Language. I love you.
I love you so much it really actually physically hurt from the very first day.
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 
Happy Birthday, Herr Meow!
I’m glad your day got to be filled with cuddles. (But I hope the fever passes soon.)
As for which adjectives to insert into the post title, this seems like a challenge. So I offer the following ones, which all start with M for Meow: marvelous, melodramatic, mellifluous, mysterious, merry, motivational, muddled and mighty.
Awwww! 🙂
Happy birthday to Herr Meow! Yay!
Add a zero to the two and it’s even more interesting. Thoughts like…how did you get THIS old? This must mean I’m REALLY old! Was there life before you? I can’t remember. We’ve come a long way, baby. Who ARE you and what have you done with my sweet baby boy?! Yes, I still love you forever.
Fortunately, like the day of their birth, looking back at any point means there is blurriness where there was once great pain. What always shines through, though, is the love.
And, yes – people really cannot fathom how much we love our children. They don’t know what it’s like to watch their heart beat outside their body.
Happy Birthday, Herr Meow!
Being a parent is a wonderful, frustrating, joyful, tearful, exhilaring, terrifying, proud experience that no parent would exchange for not being a parent. Parents survive because of this insanity called love. Children survive because of love. And an immunity to eating dirt-covered food that adults can’t stomach 😛
Enjoy this time with Herr Meow. You’ll need the memories in about 10 years. 🙂
Hopefully his fever will be gone today and he can run around and play all day.
Just think, today is the last day of November and its’ crazy writing challenges. Next challenge is a two-year-old and Christmas. Enjoy!! *grins*
Happy Birthday Herr Meow! *toots horn*
Never mind 20, love; wait till he’s 16. 😉
Happy Birthday to your special little man! Time cerainly does fly, doesn’t it?
Jane, Pinks & Blues
A day late, but no less sincere, Happy Birthday wish to Herr Meow!
It really does become difficult to remember what life was life before they arrived. The older they, and you, get, the harder it becomes – and that’s NOT just because of getting old! It’s that they’ve become so much a part of who you are that it’s hard to imagine that they weren’t always…
Happy Birthday to your special little man! Time cerainly does fly, doesn’t it?
Jane, Pinks & Blues
I love my kitties that much too. It makes me achy. Happy birthday, Herr Meow!