Wow, we have a 3-year-old boy. He is getting so old, but is still so little. He amazes me every day. It was a fun day. While Daddy worked, we went to Starbucks, where Jeff always wants to sit down with his drink at one of the tables. We did just that with my iced caramel macchiato and his chocolate milk with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, his "brown and white," as he called it. He also asked me, regarding his drink, "Mom, is this sugar?"
After lunch we went for a walk and then I took him to the park, where he ran around with a couple of kids that were there as well. For dinner we had pizza and then cake and ice cream for dessert and then opened up his presents after he had his bath.
About a half hour after we put him to bed, I walked into the bedroom after my shower to hear his little 3-year-old voice singing, "Happy Birfday. Happy Birfday to Jeffrey." He talked to himself for quite a while before he went to sleep, and when I put Jack down in his crib and turned on his crib toy, I heard Jeff singing along to the music.
The only downside to the day occurred sometime after Jeff fell asleep. I had finally gotten Jack to sleep by putting him in our bed, and awoke only to hear Jeff crying. He had thrown up everywhere, so much so that I had to wake up Glenn to help me get Jeff in the tub again so I could wash out the sheets. Poor baby. Thankfully, he seems to have forgotten all about that part.
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