he's three.

How quickly our little man has grown from a nine pound bundle of joy...

 

 

to a joyful thirty-nine pound bundle of energy, spirit, mischief, and boyish charm.

 

A bundle of love who for the record continues to be a mama's boy...

my boy.

 

With little sister born one week prior to his big day, our celebration was simple and intimate. A party of five.

 

 

I was thankful for our littlest lady's stellar napping on his special day, which allowed me to grant his one request, a "blue cake," which he sweetly declared, "Delicious!"

 



 

Getting a sneak peek of his cake.

 

 

 

The evening was a true reflection of our little man's personality and preferences at this stage of life.  He sported only underwear for the occasion, allowed big sister to micromanage every aspect of the gift opening including the actual opening of gifts, became fixated on one gift, and savored each aquamarine bite of his cake, taking great care to consume every bit of frosting that touched his plate.

 

"I'm the only guest coming to your party, Bud."

 

Actually, he had two guests.

 

Happy 3rd Birthday, Little Man.  You are loved, sweet boy.