He is very proud of being a big 3-year-old.
We celebrated his birthday Sunday with some of our friends. Sunday wasn't his birthday, but it was supposed to be, if he hadn't decided to arrive a few days earlier than his scheduled c-section date.
He dithered between green, pink, red, and blue, but finally decided on blue for his dump truck cake (thank you, Frédéric, chef extraordinaire!). (Yes, it's more turquoise than blue, but Wilton claimed it was blue, we went with it.)
He gave a fantastic, heartfelt rendition of Happy Birthday to himself while we sang to him...
We kept the gifts low-key (SO tired of all the toy clutter), but he was thrilled with them all.
Especially his umbrella, which he'd been coveting ever since Benjamin got his for his birthday three months earlier.