Max is two today. I can't actually get my head around that fact. TWO! Two years ago he made history when he was the youngest person to be a South African twitter trend. I tweeted some of his birth, and my lovely twitter friends tweeted their support and the hashtag #MaxDay was born. #MaxDay made the number 3 spot on Twitter’s Home page, ahead of Star Trek and Swine Flu. This means that #MaxDay was the third most important topic on twitter in the world, and with an audience of over 7 million – that was no mean feat. (Link courtesy of Snowgoose)
In fact, I am very good friends with an awesome woman Nicola Smuts (http://www.fertilityastrology.com/) who is the world's leading Fertility Astrologer (she has a success rate that is comparable with the best fertility clinics in the world), she did a quick reading for Max when he was born and she said that he had strong markers for fame in his chart. Well, she might just be right - his fame started at birth :-)
I can't believe my baby is two. As is the cliche, these past two years have flown by. It feels like it has been two months, not two years. Things are so, so, SO much easier / better when you are a second time around mom.
Max is an awesome boy, he is such a sweet, happy child. Everyone says that about him. I love and adore that child so much. Perhaps because I know he is my last baby (my very, very LAST baby EVER!), I love my time with him. Every stage seems so precious and even the harder parts don't seem hard at all. I know how quickly it goes by.
There is also a part of me that still can't believe he is here. My little bonus, freebie baby. A baby who came into this world all on his own. I had nothing to do with it. Well, besides a few minutes hours of pleasure (<--specially for husband). I didn't plan for a baby, I didn't pay money for fertility treatment, I didn't shed tears, I didn't try my heart and soul out, I didn't pray / hope / despair / weep / fear / be terrified out of my mind it wouldn't work. I did nothing and yet he decided to join our family. HE decided. That blows my mind. I look at him everyday and think 'how on earth did you get here?'. It is like Christmas everyday.
Max is an average, healthy, normal boy. I know enough about loss, about illness, about special needs and special challenges some people face to know how lucky I am to be able to say that about him.
I thought my family was perfectly complete before he arrived. I know now that with him in our family, we are completely perfect in our own special crazy, busy, normal way.
I adore you baby boy, my special, beautiful little boy.
(he is wearing a swimming cap in this picture. For no other reason other than he can)
PS we are having a small party for him today, so I might post some more pics later.
PPS poor baby had to have a small party as he has no friends besides his family and cousins. He doesn't go to play school and I am too old to do those moms and tot things. Oh well, he wont know any difference and we make MUCH cooler friends than other two year olds. At least we wont steal his sweets or play with his toys. Actually....we might.
PPPS He is two and still drinks from a bottle. And he has a dummy. HORRORS!
PPPPS Adam and Kate had a dummy and a milk bottle until they were four. I strongly suspect Max will go the same way. PHONE THE COPS AND ARREST THIS WOMAN!