It means you're starting to look like a little boy instead of a toddler. This makes me sad.
It means the many, many words that come out of your mouth are a riot. This makes me laugh.
It means you understand more "adult" conversations than we realize. This could incriminate me.
It means you have an obsession with the word poo poo. This, strangely, amuses me.
It means you now have a radar for the toy section at every store. This makes me think long and hard before I'll take you to the store with me.
It means you have a remarkably good memory. This is unfortunate, considering Mommy's seems to be fading.
It means you're becoming more social and love being around your cousins and friends. This makes me think you're your Daddy incarnate.
It means you have filled my heart with crazy love for three whole years. This humbles me.
I love how excitement turns you into a motor mouth. I love the way ice cream makes you ridiculously happy. I love your sensitive little soul. I love you blue eyes and big hugs and sweet smiles. I love YOU. Every inch.
Your day in pictures.
Cupcake decorating (and demolition) at Mamaw's. Plus swimming. |
Birthday present was waiting at the fire station. |
Ice Cream at the fire station |
Happy Birthday sweet little man!
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