
Yesterday my little guy turned 3. All day was deemed “his day”. He chose breakfast (waffles), lunch (waffles), and dinner (tacos). He played kitchen all day, wore his snappy new clothes (plaid shorts, racecar shirt), and helped Mommy bake his cake (confetti cake, confetti frosting). It was a very good day for this newly minted pre-schooler.
The part that sucks is I don’t have babies anymore. They are little boys. Independent, strong-headed, loving, creative (yes, they still fight over imaginary things – *sigh*), crazy boys. No longer babies. But they will always be MY babies…







