Yet another member of the Hodge-Podge household (Part 5)

Maybe I should subtitle this post "You know you have a 3 year old in the house when..." Here's my thoughts. Love to hear yours!

You may have 3 year old in the house when:
1. You find crayon, pencil, and pen marks on every wall and other relatively flat surfaces.
2. Your kitchen scissors keep disappearing, but following the trail of paper scraps leads you right to them every time.
3. The baby's head is always wet from sticky kisses.
4. Now you know what your mother meant when she used to say,"This house looks like a bomb hit it!"
5. You detect a twinkle in your child's eye when you discover that your purse is missing right when you're supposed to leave to pick up the kids from school.
6. Keys are missing from purse and are not returned until bribery is employed.
7. A sleeve is the preferred napkin of choice for wiping the face.
8. At the first clap of thunder, loud rain, or windstorm, you feel your bed bounce as someone climbs in between you and hubby.
9. You confuse yourself by using reverse-reverse psychology to get them to help you, but you are really glad they still want to be with you.
10. You read Green Eggs and Ham, Richard Scarry's Busytown, or Curious George everyday for 2 months, but you don't mind because snuggling together on the couch is worth it!
11. You find your face squeezed by the hands of a little person who says,"I have to tell you sun-sing, I love you."
12. You actually feel a little melancholy that they are turning 4 in a few days because they are leaving their precious toddlerhood behind.
13. On the other hand you are glad to see them becoming their own little person. Now you now what your Dad meant when he used to say, "When God made you, He threw away the mold!"
That would definitely be true about our Corey.

I remember so well the events of Corey's birth, for he chose to make his entrance in a rather memorable way. I really had wanted to labor naturally, but despite a successful version to turn him from breech into a head-down position, the doctor said the procedure stressed him, his heart rate dropped, and in we went for a c-section. He had to be resuscitated at birth, and I think I worried for the first year of his life that he was going to be alright. Four years later, we can definitely say, he is more than alright, he is a busy, funny, smart, toughie, cute and lovable 4th child, who holds his own around here.

When I look at each of my children, I often wonder how I could do without any of them. Oh yes, I am such a prejudiced Mom. And so blessed. Happy 4th birthday Corey!