A Birthday

This past weekend was a momentous occasion in our house.  We said goodbye to toddler year of 2 (for a time) and welcomed a honest to goodness 3 year old into our lives!  Its hard to believe its already been three years since we welcomed our little man into the world...but...his obvious three year old ways speak for themselves:P

I told myself this year would be easier, of course watching him turn one was hard, and of course two would be hard...but surely not this time.  I would pull myself together, I would be fine.

Wrong.

I made it to the night before his birthday, and as I tucked him into bed and kissed him goodnight those feelings all came rushing back like a title wave.   I realized then that this was it, my toddler was gone and he wasn't coming back.  Now, well...now I was the mama of a boy.  A real boy, a big (though still slightly little) boy.

Sigh.

However, his birthday party was lovely.  There was cake, there was pizza and of course there were presents.  We also had a tight rope walker set up next to us (this happens more often than you would think in Portland).

Cars was the general theme...is anyone surprised by that? I think not...

There was fun had with cousins, family and friends.  And more cake...lots of cake.  (Followed by a sugar crash)  A playground and lots of grass to run in and pull up....er...

The most important ingredient for a great party: the birthday boy!  A 3 year old who is a chatter box from the moment he wakes up until the moment he falls asleep.  A boy who is someone I am so proud of, so happy with, so in love with.
Three will be a fun year with a lot more things to learn and many new and exciting things to do and experience.  Three will be fun.
Four, well, I have a whole year before I have to think about that.