My Little Man Turned 3!

My second born, middle man, little buddy turned the BIG 3 last Friday!  It still blows my mind that it’s been 3 years since he was born…time flies!  I’ll never forget that he came a day late…turd.  Cute turd though.  Still, a day late…won’t let him live it down.

He went from wanting a party, to not wanting a party and then 2 weeks before, back to wanting a party again.  First, he wanted a Thomas the Train party.  Soooo, I ordered the Thomas pinata.  Then he wanted a minion (Despiable Me) party.  Be danged if I’m going to return the Thomas pinata, so we had a minion party with a Thomas pinata.  Whatev.

His actual birthday was on Friday and he was begging for a chocolate cake.  I promised him that he and I would make one while his sister was in school on Thursday.  It was a perfect little project for us to do together, just the two of us while his little brother napped. Oh and that’s a stick on the counter.  I’ve learned that the outdoors always comes inside with this guy.  Rocks and sticks…they’re everywhere.

Of course he was so excited to not have to share any of the tasks with his sister.  He got to do everything all by himself.  He was in his glory :)

Love the imperfections…makes me happy :)

As per our family tradition, a giant doughnut with his name on it was in order.  The hubby took the day off to celebrate our little man.  One thing my son has been BEGGING me to do is ride in his daddy’s car.  His sister got to do it once and he has yet to forget that.  So, he rode in daddy’s car to the doughnut shop.  It’s the simple things.  They must have thought that he was stinkin’ cute (duh, he is) because they gave him a sprinkle doughnut and a bunch of doughnut holes for free.  I’m bringing him to Starbucks…free coffee maybe?

Love this crazy bunch.

The hubby says he never sleeps…psht.

We had a birthday party with a bunch of his friends on Saturday and I decided to start preparing the night before.  Leave it to me to wait until the last minute.  Just like in school, I work best under pressure.  I think it turned out pretty cute though.

Fun, little parting gifts of bagged popcorn.

Minions in the making.

Whoop whoop…not a flop!

The front door to our abode.

I even made him a minion shirt.  I had to force it on him and make him wear it.  Don’t worry, he’ll never remember and he’ll see this pic and think that I’m an awesome mom. He’s 3 and we don’t remember anything before age 5, so I’m good.  I promise.  Oh ya, and see what he’s holding there?  Ya, it almost made it inside.  If that one would’ve made it through the dryer…mmmm.

I also forced convinced the hubby to fill 200 water balloons for me.

Bubbles a.k.a. Anti-Gravity Serum.

Thomas has got some junk in his trunk.  Poppin’ wheelies on the table.  We’re bad.

One drawback to being the “photographer” in the family, is that I’m never in pictures.  I really want to be in more pics so my kids remember that I was actually there to celebrate with them.  I hope I live to be like 103, but if the Lord chooses me to go sooner, then I want my kiddos to have pics to remember me by.  Too morbid??  The hubby snapped this one of me and the birthday boy…awe.  I don’t even care if I’m a mess from running around all the live long day or if he’s not even the slightest bit interested in having his picture taken. Or that I’ve got crows feet and am getting older every minute.  That’s life baby.

Also, birthday parties are a lot to plan.  Like a lot, a lot.  I pretty much complain about it as much as I can.  I won’t even try to deny it.  I know going into it that it’s all worth it in the end and I just love the happiness it brings my kiddo, yet I still complain.  The party went off without a hitch and everyone seemed to have had a blast though, so yey for that.  I couldn’t have asked for a better group of friends for my kids to play with…they all rocked!

**I prefer not to publish pics of other people’s kids on the world wide web, so you’ll just have to trust me that they were there and I’m not just a crazy lady who does this for just the 5 of us ;)