I can not believe that Scout is turning three. A year seems like such a long time, but when it is grouped as three — specifically three years that Scout has been around — it seems like forever. I almost don’t remember life without him. And I definitely don’t remember such a sweet life without him. He is literally the best. He is happy, he is good, he is nice, he is my best friend, he is a great big brother, he is funny, and he is the light of out lives.
When he woke up this morning, Micah and I heard the little running feet of our new three year old, and he came in and climbed into bed with us. He said, “It’s my birthday, and I’m three.” Throughout the rest of our 30 minutes together, he kept reminding us he was three, and even asked if he could stand at the toilet because he was so old. I told him he could because it was his birthday, not because he is three — because tomorrow he goes back to the sitting position. He got a free pass today, because I can bear to clean up pointing mishaps for this one day if it makes him happy.
He picked out the day’s activities, and his birthday went as follows:
Scout hung out with his favorite — his family. He picked hot cereal (with “lots of brown sugar”) for breakfast.
Then the pushover B came along as he was doing the next activity on his list. He was riding his new bike, and was treated to “3″ of his favorite types of donuts — glazed, sprinkle and pink. Under the circumstances, he learned a new trick — riding with one hand.
After naps and a few errands, he swam the afternoon away with NayNay. I took Icka with me to run a few last minute trips to various stores for Scout’s birthday party. Icka was SOOOO naughty. Besides being filthy….she yelled, “out…out…out” one million times while we drove around. Here I am taking a picture, and she is yelling, “No…No…No” and turning away from me, but just peaking back to see if I snap. Stinky!
Scout got to choose any dinner he wanted. You can imagine my sorrow when he said “Denny’s”. My favorite part was when three tables over, a girl made an extremely loud noise, and just as I looked up, I got to see her vomit all over her own food. My sentiments exactly!
He has a thing for pancakes and bacon that obviously trump filet mignon and crab legs.
He opened his gifts, and his stomp rocket, new tools and water boats with guns attached were his favorite. I’m not sure why his new toothpaste on soap were not on the list.
Poor Micah got the job of entertaining Icka. At least he got his workout in today.
The night ended with more pool. This time, he had a water gun that he got me with.
It was a simple day that was perfect for our three year old.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY HANDSOME!!!
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