Birthday Cake

Some birthday cake photos and BALLOONS!

'Twas the Night Before Christmas

and the traditions continued...

we laughed, we cried... we fed reindeer, and we attempted to sleep.

and to all a good night.

Caroling, Cuddles, and Santa

I love Christmas-time. I love how it makes things seem brighter, and warm. I love caroling with the Girl Scouts...

And when Madelyn got to bring Mr. Cuddles home from school.

I don't love... Hatchimals. This is the Cabbage Patch of this generation. The elusive- toy must have. Why oh why do they keep playing the commercials if they don't have enough! Ha!

You are Three

You are three.

For three years you have brought me joy, laughter, and your smile. I remember waiting for you to arrive. When I think back to that, I realize I had no idea what wonder was about to enter my world. My heart is literally yours.

You are soft, and smell like home. You laugh at all my jokes, and try and take away any tears.

You scream. You yell when you don’t get your way… and everyone swears you will be a CEO one day. There is no way you can take orders.

You are smart. You figure out things that amaze me. You understand the context of a situation before your father sometimes does. Ha.

You are brave. You fly off the couch like you have a parachute strapped to your back. You even enter your sister’s room when she is in a tantrum.

You make me feel safe. I know parents are always that for their children. But, sweet baby boy you are that for me too. If I have a bad day, there is something very special about cuddling with you before you fall asleep that reminds me… everything is ok.

You are strong. You help whenever you can, and throw like a professional. Organized sports are… so far… not your thing though.

You love your sister just as a brother should. You stick up for her, and you remind her too… that it is ok. Even if she is going in for the hundredth hug, and you didn’t really want the first one.

You are funny. Like really funny. You tell the best jokes, accompanied by the best sounds. You call chocolate powder- pirate ships and we have no idea why.

You are three.

(Just a cute photo I snapped as I was sitting on the couch.)

Snowstorms and Birthdays

I guess you have to anticipate that if you have a December birthday... you may also have a snowstorm birthday. When your mom, and your auntie Chrissy, and your Nana and Papa run around making cakes, and casseroles, and cheese trays... and dad helps as mom ridiculously cleans the house. Sometimes just by walking behind you and telling you to stop making a mess. That it may just be too snowy. But, you are turning 3. And everyone just wants to celebrate the awesome little guy you are. So, even if mom and dad ate their share of birthday cake x3, and Nana and Papa had to shovel to get out the front door, they all came to celebrate you.

So it snowed. A lot. But, again you are 3... and it was perfect. You loved being sung Happy Birthday. You blew out every candle. And your cousin Robert drove all the way from Boston to give you a Thomas train.

Then when mom thought we were getting tired... way before bed... we piled in the car for Chuckie-E-Cheese. 

And just like that... you are three.