Twas Brillig

(Hey, all! It’s Brillig, posting on my own blog! Why? CUZ IT’S SCOOBY’S BIRTHDAY!!!!)

Three years old? Is it possible?

Has it really been three years since I gave birth to my little Scooby? Really, birth is never simple or straight forward, but Scooby’s birth story is insane.  It’s complete with him being born nearly two weeks late, backwards, in my living room, with a three ring circus going on—and then surprising us by being a BOY instead of the GIRL we were certain he was going to be!

And because I’m in the process of moving, most of my pictures are packed away.  So no baby pictures!  Too bad, because he really was the most beautiful little creature to ever grace this planet (and of course I’m COMPLETELY objective…).  Still, I have managed to find a few pics from this last year or so that accurately represent my little dude. And so, without further ado… :

Sometimes you just can’t wait for pesky details, like taking your pajamas off, before you jump in the bath…

Awwwwww

“Mommy, are you my best fwiend?” And when I say “yes,” he leaps into my arms and hugs me as tight as he can.  It’s a nightly ritual.

Dashing!  Scooby is my only child who actually looks like me.  Our toddler pictures are almost interchangeable, though his hair is a lot lighter.  What great fortune for him, eh?

5 funny pumpkins

And, of course, the Lucky Charms story that put Scooby in the blogworld’s spotlight!

Happy third birthday, my dear, crazy, reckless, insane, hilarious, and all-around DELIGHTFUL boy!  I love you so, so much.