My baby boy is three today. It seems like only yesterday he was a little baby, and now he is out of the toddler room at daycare. Today was the first day in eight years that I did not have to fill out a sheet in the morning that said what time he got up, if he ate breakfast, etc. This is the same sheet that at the end of the day tells us when they changed their diapers (or used the restroom if they are potty trained), when they napped and what they ate.
He is so stinking cute, but without a doubt competing with his brothers for the title of "Troublemaker." Instead of telling everyone good-bye tonight, he was telling everyone Happy Birthday! He is my stink-pot with the cutest smile and cutest cowlick. When I was frustrated with him tonight because he was so tired and refused to go to sleep, I told him "stick your thumb in your mouth, grab your blankie and lay down." He informs me that he is a big kid now. I am not sure if that meant that he wasn't going to suck his thumb or curl up with a blankie.
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