Today was a big day. I turned three. Yeah, I know, I'm getting up there. A lot has happened in the past year. At two, I was still sleeping in a crib, wearing diapers and I didn't know how to buckle my own car seat. All that has changed.
Now, not only can I do a 48 piece puzzle by myself, I also wear Buzz Lightyear underwear. I can safely say that I have discovered myself, and I am my own boy. I'm no push-over. If my brother tries to give me the smaller half of the cookie I know how to throw a punch. If mommy tries to turn off the TV in the middle of my show, I can throw quite the tantrum. I frequently get my way. If not by the shear volume of my voice, by batting my baby blues. I am pretty darn adorable when I want to be.
Thus on June 12, the anniversary of the greatest day in history we kicked off a week long celebration of my birth. Today we had gifts, a trip to the zoo, lunch at McDonald's and daddy made me a chocolate cake. Later in the week I will have my school celebration, and finally next weekend an exclusive party at Pump It Up with all VIP guests.
It's not too late to send your gifts. I'll accept them year round.