It’s an odd thing, your baby’s birthdays. Elfie’s are one thing; as the eldest she’s the birthday trailblazer, demanding parties in village halls or Pizza Express and spending hours wondering if she’s going to dress up as Anna or Elsa.
Hux is different. He still doesn’t ‘get’ birthdays so mama makes the decisions (as well as the cakes). Feeling slightly bittersweet this year as I scrolled through pictures of him as a wrinkly newborn, I savoured every last moment of planning my little baby boy’s (“I NOT A BABY, MUMMY, I A BIG BOY”) special day.
Last year was a slightly chilly garden picnic, this year we went for a dinosaur-themed day of fun with stacks of pressies, playtime outside, a trip to the trampoline park and a small family meal. Despite me feeling ruined now after a weekend of birthday-related activities, we had a blast.
So, Hux. Now you are three.
You are very different to your sister. She’s Miss Independent, Miss ‘I don’t need your help mummy’. You like me to carry you down the stairs, to give you a hand lugging your favourite toys round Waitrose or IKEA (it’s a good thing Buzz Lightyear likes the inside of my handbag) and to give you a cuddle at the end of every day.
You really love your mum and the amount of smackers (that’s kisses, not punches ;) you give on the regular makes me happy. These big, sloppy, often snotty kisses that you plant on me – if I go for the lips you stick your hands on my ears, twist my head round and shower my cheek with them. They’re sticky but lovely. Never stop. Your affection and ‘I love yooooo’s are just the highlights of my days.
You love not only your mum but your sister fiercely. You two share a room which I think is so good for you both; it’s turned you into best friends and co-conspirators, giggling into the night as your mum sits downstairs and pretends to be cross. You argue like cats and dogs (or brother and sister…) but always make up with a kiss and a cuddle and a ‘love you, Elfie’.
You have your favourite toys and it’s generally the biggest, loudest, most plastic flashing piece of licensed tat you can find. Awesome. You take your toy of the day everywhere with you and I’m forever turning up glow-in-the-dark balls, Spiderman figurines and Woody dolls in my car. Today I drove to work to the soundtrack of a talking helicopter in the back seat; I couldn’t hear the news but I wouldn’t have it any other way (and when I say news I obviously mean Taylor Swift on Radio 1). You have the most vivid imagination though, and it’s a pleasure to watch you make-believe. Today you pretended for half an hour that you had a cat living on your shoulder called tiger and kept making me kiss it. I obviously obliged over and over again.
You used to have this trick of sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night, sometimes so stealthily that it wouldn’t wake me up until 6am when it was time to get up for school. But, probably sensibly, I decided you should probably spend more nights sleeping in your own bed and now that is what you do. Cos if I ever get a boyfriend it might be awkward when you’re 15 and still spending your nights snuggled up to your favourite woman.
I miss you every night, though!
One thing we argue about is food. You have your favourite foods (pasta, peas, cucumber, sausages, CAKE!) but you’re really not fussed about eating anything else. Which obviously isn’t entirely helpful on the days I spend hours slaving over a roast dinner, only to have you pick at a pea before asking for milk. I try not to let it worry me – you’ll eat when you’re hungry and I don’t want to stress you out over food – but goddamn it’s annoying. We had a breakthrough last week when you ate a lasagne so that’s what I’ll be cooking for the forseeable future.
We have a lovely time, you and me and Elfie. I hope you are always as happy as you appear.
Happy third birthday, darling buddy.
PS: Hux turns one / Hux turns two
Happy birthday Huxley! Lovely post Alice :)
Happy birthday Huxley! x
Ah this is a lovely post! Happy third birthday (what a great name too by the way)! x
Aw so so sweet, you made me laugh, smile, and really think about my my two little ones and how cute their little quirky personalities are. A lovely post, happy birthday to your little Hux. I love the photo’s in your post they are so real and so full of the fun nature children have. x
Oh Alice this brought tears to my eyes, your beautiful little Hux and I love that the kids sleep together, I want that for the boys but Xander won’t have it, I am certain they would sleep better that way. You guys are the cutest. Always looking gorge Mama, Happy Birthday Hux x
oh Hun this is a really beautiful post. It triggered memories of my youngest and how much he’s changed (he’s 6). I love that your children share a room and are “co-conspirators “. I can just imagine the giggles. Thank you for sharing xx????
Happy Birthday little dude! Perfectly written as ever x x x
Well, this made me weep. Wilbur will be 3 in a few months, I cannot believe where the time has gone. X
Oh Alice he is precious. Happy birthday Elfie. 3 is a very big boy now. Looks like you had the time of your lives together. Love all the fun photos too Alice. You are an amazing mommy. I am so sorry I haven’t stopped by to comment. I don’t get your posts to my email box anymore. Boo. But that’s no excuse will make up for lost time babes. Had thought you weren’t blogging as much lately. Shame on me. Saw this posted to Facebook had to hop over and wish best celebration. Your little ones are truly gorgeous like their momma. Beautifully written.