Thank Heaven for Little Boys Dinos

The other day I took Merrick shopping for his birthday, which is actually today! *Happy Birthday to my little man! My life is so blessed with you in it.* We were wandering around Toys R' Us, just kind of trying to see what he might want. This costume was not it.

Now I'm pretty sure I know why parents don't like taking their kids in Toys R' Us. I mean, I love the store, so much fun, but the 2 hooligans together in the store? Not so much. Merrick repeatedly telling me to put "Dino, back" wasn't so much fun either.

He had decided he didn't want to be a dino for Halloween, even though Mom thought that it was hilarious. Tirzah was also adding to the fun with a little high-pitched dramatics of her own. I had to hold her and push the cart...

...the same cart that my almost 2-year-old version of Evil Knievel was attempting to dive out of.

He was desperate to do anything to get away from the dinosaur costume that he was being oh-so-heartlessly forced to share his seat with.

We finally settled on a couple of presents, and vacated the premises before they asked us to leave. Although I'm sure I'm not the first frazzled mom they've seen. ;)

And what do you know...when I finally got him home and tried on the dreaded dino...He LOVED it. He got mad when I took it off, and when I decided to have a little dino photo shoot.

For the last 2 years, since Merrick made his appearance after a crazy 20+ hour labor...my life has been anything but dull. I have become a chauffeur, a short order cook, a laundromat, a jungle gym, a kisser of boo-boos, a retriever of the pacifiers and blankies, a bed-time prayer, and a spectator to some of the craziest stunts a mom would rather not see.

I wouldn't change a thing. We love you, Merrick Wilder. Happy birthday, our sweet, happy, crazy, blond wildman. We thank God for you every day.