The Baker Boys turn 3!

Wow. 3 years ago, I was hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. I had one pair of pants that still fit and looked nice enough for work. My feet were so swollen, the only shoes that fit were my tennis shoes, barely laced. I remember being basically exhausted, but excited and anxious for what was to come. I actually had the luxury of knowing when my boys would be born, but there were still so many questions. Would they be healthy? Would I be able to breastfeed them both? Would we be up to the challenge of caring for two tiny, helpless babies?
Obviously, 3 years later, I can say yes, yes and yes. They are no longer tiny, or helpless, or babies. They are boys, little men, who like to help Daddy work on the house and can go potty by themselves, and almost daily amaze me by what they know. Riley taught himself how to whistle last night. They can both count to ten in Spanish. They know the difference between a chop saw and a table saw, and can drill a hole in a piece of plywood. (Of course they have bent or broken several drill bits, but who's counting?) They love dinosaurs and sticks and playing in the dirt. Of course they are not always adorable. "You look pretty mama" or "I love you" come out of the same mouth that says "I'm being sassy" and " I'm just going to sit here and cry, because I want to!" Parenthood is a lot of work, but what other job carries the reward of a big, sloppy kiss or a bear hug?
It's time to stop waxing nostalgic about the boys, we still have to clean the house and go food shopping for the party Saturday, not to mention bake cupcakes, half of them chocolate with chocolate icing for Riley, and half of them funfetti cake with vanilla frosting for Connor. I can't wait to see them beat on the dinosaur pinata I got. Let's just hope nobody gets hurt.