T's 3rd Birthday

A few pictures of T on his birthday. At first he decided he didn't want a "bursday", but once he realized you get presents and cake, he was all for it.

The crazy kid slept with some of his presents. (He usually has a Hot Wheel or two, but never a large car.)

Lately he has been taking the wheels off of everything (Grandma & Papa brought his present when they came up from CO, a really cool off-road car set that you charge up, then push a button and it races off and over things, He destroyed it within 48 hours) so I told a few people not to get anything with wheels.

Mom was going to give him the pj's I bought for him (thus, the wheel-less present idea was not passed on to her), but decided at the last minute to get something "fun". Well, he squealed like a little girl when her saw the big black car (evidently Mommy doesn't know best, i was just tired of him breaking all of his cars and trucks and finding choking hazards all over, babies love little things). He also got a fishing pole (thanks Grampa and Jeanie, he says you have to take him fishin'), and some baseball gear - he hits pretty well (ask Ber-Ber her chest might be a bit lopsided from one of them), a new leap pad; a GeoTrax train system and much more, he's having fun with it all. I'm trying to find places to put it. Square footage is definitely something we lack!

T - When I found out you were a boy, I was worried. Our family has girls, what do you do with a boy??? You have definitely taught me what to do, it has been so much fun. It has been trial by fire. All the things I thought would be hard have gone much, much easier than expected. I love the way you ask a question, your voice gets a little higher at the end of the question and you crinkle your eyebrows at the same time. You are such a rough and tumble boy but, so caring and giving (unless it is your favorite truck). You want to be a buckin' cowboy when you grow up. You love to give KL hugs and kisses, sometimes a lot rougher than I would prefer, but KL loves it and laughs.

You are addicted to gum (thanks Ber-Ber). So darn independent. You love to pretend you are Chayse, and K is Harlee and I am Aunti Tami, you won't do somethings until I call you Chayse. You also think you are six. It seems as though you have jumped right past toddlerhood and are trying to be as old as "ger-ger".

I laugh at your cute sense of humor. When you go in the potty chair and bend over to pull up your pants you tell me "don't dump it on my head". When you "do's this" and stand up at the big boy toilet, you hit your hip 3 times to shake it out? Very comical. Teasing is in your blood, you love to play "I was jus' kiddin' " games.