It's Official

Rhett is 4 years old! At this time 4 years ago, I was in the wonderful recovery room at Texas Womens Hospital in Houston forcing myself to stay awake and willing my legs to regain feeling in the hopes that I could be released from recovery as quickly as possible and cuddle my new baby boy. No one told me that once I got released from recovery, the babies don't get released for a good 4 hours post C-section birth, so I wound up all checked into my hospital room with no baby. A few hours later, he was dropped off...with no instructions. When bedtime rolled around, I had no idea what to do with him. I remember thinking "do I just put him in the bassinet? If I do that, how will I know if he goes to sleep? When do I actually go to sleep in this process?" So, I held him and looked at him almost all night long not knowing what to do with him (and, yes I was a little delusional with the pain meds)! Time goes by fast, and I am still so thankful that I remember so many details.

For the Packer fans out there, I was thrilled for Rhett to join me and have his first football game be a playoff game in the hospital (I think he was about 30 hours old). I even nicknamed him Rhett Favre Land at the time. Unfortunately, they lost to those sneaky Giants in 2008. I don't remember details from football games because I really don't live and die for it, but I do remember it was the Giants. Needless to say, I was not too pleased with the outcome after I sat down on Sunday to watch my first football game this year (I never have three hours for football, and I don't like to start watching something that I can't finish). I was quickly reminded why, post-kids, I don't make time for sports games. I get really mad and feel like I wasted precious time when my team loses.

That's enough babble, here is the birthday boy...

I made him take a picture right when he woke up. I guess his eyes were still a little sensitive!



Then, I did that annoying mom-thing and made him wait to open presents until after I got a few more pictures. And, he did that really annoying but precious little-boy thing and gave me a nice fake smile with his eyes squeezed tight.



He plowed right through the presents. He opened every single one before he played with them.





Here is the after-shot.



Happy Birthday Rhett! I love you with all my heart!