Wow, my baby is 3.
I guess he is not really a baby anymore, but he will always be MY baby.
He continues to bring so much joy into our lives.
Since "boys" were in sailing class, Mommy, Daddy, and Luke, and Nana and Grandad spent some special time alone with the birthday boy.
First, we met up in town for lunch at the Wag.
Luke chose grilled chicken and fries for his lunch, but also snitched a bit of Daddy's chicken club sandwich;)
He then finished off his lunch with a slice of Irish Cream cheesecake.
He LOVED it and polished off the whole dessert with little help from anyone else.
What a silly boy.
Just the 3 of us continued on to Theodore the Tugboat -
Luke was sooooo excited:)
What a sweet (tired) boy.
He wanted his daddy to hold him pretty much the entire time...
But was willing to stand alone for a few minutes inside the boat.
Finally, Mommy got a chance to hold him -
He was cracking us up blowing raspberries the entire time we tried to get a shot.
We arrived back home just in time for hotdogs (Luke's choice) and birthday cake (also his selection - he chose one with both chocolate and vanilla cake baked in a checkered pattern).
Blowing out his candles as we sang Happy Birthday.
We sang this to him several times throughout the day, as he would keep singing it to himself.
Delicious.
Hey Buckaroo,
You are THREE!!!
Check out the expression on his face.
Buzz is his newest, BESTest non-human friend!!!
(Didn't want to make Joshua feel displaced;)
