p turns three.

We met our families at Cracker Barrel (P's choice) to celebrate P's birthday. He ate a wholesome dinner of pancakes, cake, and ice cream. Do you think he likes carbs? He opened his gifts from his grandparents and us, and loved every single one of them.

P showing me how old he is now. Still trying to get that third finger to stay up.


Blowing out his candles. The waiters at the restaurant also sang to him. He was not impressed by them. At.all.


Look how big EK has gotten? P loves her so much. He smothers her with attention. Kisses her all the time. And barely gives her any room to breathe. It melts my heart how much P loves his "Baby Dista".


EK is quite fond of P as well. She follows his every move and really loved watching P try out his new scooter after dinner.



It seems like only yesterday I was bringing P home from the hospital as a baby. He is still very much my baby and he secretly loves when I remind him of it. I think part of him wants to stay a baby, too. All of the doting and attention make him giddy.

At three, our little man is full of life. Logical, comical, and analytical. So much like his daddy. He is constantly asking us "how" and "why", that little brain working 100 miles per hour, trying to figure stuff out. He loves to dig, jump, run, laugh, and cry. He is my little emotional sap. He uses words bigger than even I can use in everyday conversation. He is good at getting his way, always coming up with good, logical reasons as to why he doesn't need a bath or needn't eat dinner. But with his sweet, pleading eyes and his perfectly laid out alternative plan, it's hard to argue with him. He's still in his crib and still in diapers. Part of the blame should be put on this mama for allowing my baby to remain just that for as long as humanly possible. But P also resists change, an unfortunate trait he inherited from yours truly. At 38 inches tall and 32 pounds, he falls in the fiftieth percentile for weight and height. Average in size, but so far from average in personality. We love our little three-year old. God has blessed us with an incredible son that has stolen our hearts and filled us with so much joy. We love you so much, Phoenix. Happy birthday, buddy!