My son turns three today!
At least once every day, I entertain two diametrically opposed thoughts:
1. This is the best thing I ever did, and likely ever will...
2. If he throws one more cookie at me, I will finally understand why tigers eat their young.
Anyways:
A hundred bucks worth of toys from the grandparents, and he is favorite thing to play with is a yard stake.
Lunch with Daddy, a change of clothes, and time to play farmer:
A couple more years son. And possibly a move to a different state...
He's finally nodded off for a nap, and I am about to make a dozen cupcakes. Get him nice and spun up before Mommy gets back from work.