Somehow, my baby turns three today.
At least once a day, Philip and I look at each other and say, “where did this child come from?” This kid is so full of life, so hilarious, so smart, so sweet, so stubborn, and so silly. He loves to be outside just about more than anything, he knows how to use my phone better than I do, he loves to wake me up in the morning by telling me how pretty I am (even if I look like a total mess when I wake up), and he loves to pretend he’s sad just so I give him a million kisses. He also loves to play legos all day long and build “the best city in the whole world,” he loves to make Buck laugh, he has the vocabulary of a forty year old, he loves to go on dates with his daddy, he always knows what time it is and loves his schedule, he eats us out of house and home, he has the biggest sweet tooth ever, he is a major complimenter, he does not like big crowds or being forced to show off (but if he’s in the mood to show off there is no stopping him), and he won’t sleep without his white (er, gray) crocheted blanket that my mom made or his little beanie baby monkey.
We’ve been hyping up his birthday for weeks, and he is SO excited for cake, presents, and balloons. It’s going to be the funnest day ever. Now I understand why my mom loves making a big deal about birthdays…cause when kids are old enough to get it, it’s so fun.
Seriously, kids are the best; especially this guy. I love this kid more than life itself and I feel like the luckiest mama in the world!
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