33rd Birthday

Monday (the 19th) was my 33rd birthday. Nothing extravagant was planned. No lavish "material" gifts were given to me. It was a day like any other made better by two little boys who mean the world to me. When I woke up they gave me lots of hugs and kisses, gave me homemade cards filled with love and such cuteness, and then we sang happy birthday over pumpkin pie. Nothing is better than this. Nothing ever will be.

This photo of us was taken last week at the Ripleys Aquarium while we were vacationing at the beach.

His 5th Birthday

My baby turned 5 years old this weekend. He had a great day despite nearly knocking out one of his front teeth the morning of his party.


Normally our birthday party cakes are bought at the bakery but this year we decided to make our own so that we could control the ingredients . I made this "Transformers-themed" cake, and was actually very proud of myself.


That is until I saw what Leslie made for her daughter's 5th birthday. Who else thinks Leslie should go into the cake decorating business? :)

He's 3 And He's Still The Baby

It seems hard to believe that my youngest child is now three years old. When my oldest turned three I thought he was so old...probably because his brother was in my belly. And now that my youngest has turned three I still call him my baby and that feeling that he is growing up into a big boy just hasn't come to me yet...mostly because I don't want it to. As far as plans go (which can get screwed up at anytime really) he is my last child and the last baby that I will ever have so, you see, I have a hard time giving up on his baby status even though he turned three years old two days ago.

I guess I should be glad that the terrible two's are supposedly over but really the terrible three's as I remember them are worse and so there's really no cause for celebration any time soon. The moments of pure joy with him when laughs come from the deepest parts of him completely outweigh those terrible two moments so I guess these phases really aren't all that bad. Actually I wouldn't want him to be any other way than he is... terrible twos or threes and all.

And here comes the part where I talk about him on his special day(even if it is 2 days late) so that I can remember what he was like at three...

He is the sweetest little quirky boy who yells for me to get him every morning when he wakes up and will only let his Daddy takes his clothes off during bath time. He's not much on watching TV but he sure does like his Lightening McQueen toys, his art, and his never-ending pile of books. He is the little guy who is always talking very LOUDLY about something and demands that everyone do everything he says. He is like his mama after all. He loves his older brother so much and hangs on his every step most of the time. He melts every heart that comes his way.

While writing this he is trying to drag me into the kitchen for lemonade and then for a romp outside so I better go and do just that.

Happy 3rd birthday to the littlest man in my life. I hope you love your party this coming Sunday.