I know that Little N is only 2 1/2 and doesn't realize today is my birthday, but somehow I think he knows something is special about today. Our normal morning routine is usually me waking him up to get him dressed and run out the door (because I am running late again!) and him whining and crying that he doesn't want to get dressed, or wear that shirt or put on shoes. However, this morning he was an angel! He even laughed at me when I tickled him instead of his usual, "yeave me ayone".
And this continued once we got at daycare. I had to get his car seat to leave for my mom (she is watching him tonight so Big N and I can go to a concert!), so I had my hands full with that and his backpack/lunchbox. The past few weeks it's been a struggle with Little N to get him to go in and sit down and eat breakfast (or even just to get in the classroom), but not today. He walked in "all by myself" and went straight in and sat down, turned around to me and said "Bye".
It's days like this that make it much easier to leave him at daycare - I know he is always fine and having a blast, learning new things and making friends - but to see him happy in the mornings makes my day go by so much better. There is just a little less guilt that I deal with on those days for having to go to work.
So thanks to my Little N for making my birthday start off wonderfully, even though you don't have a clue what you did :)