My little guy turned 3 last month. It is hard to believe, but easier to accept since he sure acts like a 3-year-old. Our home wouldn't be the same without him and we're so grateful for his caring, free spirit. We played hard on his happy day and were all exhausted by the end to prove it. Mostly we just had family time and tried to do what he wanted, which is a special thing for him.
Turning 3 means earning your right to manhood, doesn't it?
Crepes with blueberry syrup and whipped cream for breakfast. I think he ate at least 12.
Clara wasn't about to be left out.
Playing madly in a pile of leaves.
His new blue snake that still rarely leaves his side.
The grand finale. Daddy made the cake and did a very impressive job with the materials on hand.
We also went to a primary activity where Quinton got to chase chickens, make butter, and grind wheat. He thought that was pretty awesome. He got a Thomas set, a few other toys, and some fish for his birthday.
Quinton has more energy than I ever thought a little person could, but he also has the sweetest spirit. His brain works almost as fast as his body and he's always thinking of new things and asking new questions. He loves his sister (whether they're playing, fighting, or laughing together) and wrestling with Daddy is probably his favorite thing to do. He's very excited to be 3 and it should be a very fun year!