3 years ago right now, I was showering.  I had to be at the hospital at midnight, I was scheduled for a c-secion the following morning.

My littleRacecar.  My little Racecar sweetie, turns three tomorrow.  So old.  So quickly.  He is one of the most lovable children, he hugs me tightly and groans slightly when he does it, he says "I love you" whenever we kiss or hug or sometimes when he just lays next to me he looks at me and says "I luff you, Mommy." 

I had my c-section when I was 38 weeks pregnant,Racecar weighed 10 lbs.  He certainly
has thinned out and become tall, such a boy.  He’s a fantastic eater, he loves his veggies and his fruit. Racecar will easily turn down a Munchkin, he’ll hold the same one in his hands for a long time, like 30 minutes and then finally he’ll say "no thank you, you eat it."  (and we always do.)  Almost every morning, he eats half of his breakfast, goes and plays with his cars and returns to the table to finish every bite of his food, not to mention always drinking the milk out of his cereal bowl.

Luckily,Racecar loves his sleep, which was not the case as a newborn.  He did not sleep through the night until he was six months old.  To
this day, he goes into his room at bed time, turns off his light, turns on his fan and heads to bed. (but not without a story–he LOVES to be read to, especially at nighttime.)    And naps are just as luscious.  He needs a nap, he loves his naps.  The best part of his naps are when he wakes up and says "I’m a good sleeper!  (which means get me out of this bed!)  He snuggles for the first 10 minutes after waking up, it’s a highlight of my day.

Noah, err, I mean, Racecar does have his less than gentle side of him.  It’s definitely "his
way or the highway" (which we are constantly working on)   He likes things his way, and if he wants to be left alone, he’ll simply point in the opposite directions and tell you to go "that way."  At night, before I go to bed, I always visit the kids while they are sleeping for a few more kisses and cuddles.  Occasionally,Racecar wakes up and sees me and he’ll hug me and on more than one occasion, he woke up annoyed and told me to go to the bathroom.  It was hilarious.  He has a passion for Hot Wheels or Matchbox cars, he loves them.  And on most days, he willingly shares with his big sister, whom he adores.

Noah was not a planned pregnancy.  We found out I was pregnant withRacecar whenAriel was just four months old.  Imagine our surprise and fear.  WithRacecar, God has proven that there are no accidents.  Everything that happens is meant to be.  He is our gift, our love, our Racecar.  I often think about how hard I cried when I found out I was pregnant, now the tears I shed are tears of joy.  How could a mother be so blessed to have such wonderful, beautiful children.  Brian describesRacecar as "happy, energetic and oh so cute."  I could not have desribed him better myself.

Happy 3rd Birthday to our car loving, sweet little angel of a boy