For the first time in his life I actually do feel like it's passing by too fast.
He is just the smartest darn kid. He's spelling and reading (I would guess he can read and spell about 30 words), can count to 100, and lately is bopping around the house reciting the German alphabet (sorry for the obvious mom-bragging, but I never made a baby book so this info has to get recorded somewhere). He is really excited to be a big brother but more excited that he thinks I'm going to name the baby after his suggestion: "Football". He is cracking us up with his comments lately. "I definitely, absolutely need some chocolate right now." "Can you do me a favorite?" (a favor). "I'm so getcited!" (excited). So we threw him a little birthday party and he said he was so "getcited because when you turn three it is so cool".
I went with a baseball theme and that was great and all but perhaps it should have just been a balloon party because, really, that is all these kids want. Balloons. He spent the entire party with these balloons strapped around him like a harness (and when the sugar high from birthday cake eventually wore off, he started complaining that we didn't have enough balloons to make him fly).
Nevertheless, up went the baseball decorations.
I made these homemade sugar cookies with buttercream frosting and did the lacing with red frosting, then tied them to a bag of Cracker Jacks. Never again. I now know why people get paid to do this.
Kinda wish I realized my "concession" stand sign and the baseballs made this creepy happy face. We had snacks and a hot dog bar. Man, also just noticing that the curtains kinda look like hair on this guy's face. Pretty much going to bother me forever.
We still have this Happy Birthday sign up because the kiddo says "it's so nice to look at".
Sooooo... turns out he hates being sung "Happy Birthday" to. He cheered up when the singing ended and it was time to eat cake.
Ok, squint your eyes a little. I had to include this blurry picture because I was quite excited to have found those Detroit Tiger helmets to serve the ice cream in.
On his actual birthday we took him to the Museum of Science and Industry (sounds like it's not for kids but it is incredible and he loves it there) with his cousins and Grandma and Grandpa.
Happy Birthday, Little Man!