Happy 3rd Birthday Paul!

Darling Paul - you are three years old!! You talk in (often complicated) sentences, are a kind and conscientious big brother, and have (just this weekend) given up your beloved binky. We're still working on the potty training, but nobody's perfect. You have learned to swim (with a floaty-bubble thingy), and sing songs about the fall. You are often stubborn and aggravatingly single-mindedly focused on nonessential tasks (you get that from both sides of your parentage), but your are just as often loving and funny and helpful. You love hugs and kisses and fart jokes. You are a wonderful boy, and we are proud to be your parents. Happy Birthday, Paul. This is going to be a great year.

Presents from Grandma Shelly and Grandpa Steve - for Paul, but delivered on Daddy's birthday! Is that crazy or what? Crazy awesome!

Then, on Paul's birthday proper, Safta came over to visit and decorate the hallway by his bedroom with streamers and balloons and cheerful dinosaur signs. Paul's swim class all sang Happy Birthday to him, and Mommy made pizza and a brownie cake for dinner!

Blow out the candles, Paul!

Laughing at something Joss was doing. . .

On Sunday, we had Paul's birthday party at a playgym, with most of his day care class and a few more non-daycare friends. Paul loved just hanging out. . .

. . .and being a dinosaur on parade!

Balls are very funny. The "leader" called for the kids to put the ball on their noses. Most of the kids brought the ball up to their faces. Paul put the ball on the floor and bent over to put his nose on it. Mommy, Daddy, and Uncle Eric thought that was hi-larious.

More candles to blow out! This time on mini cupcakes - yummmm!

After a very nice 2 hour nap, it was time to open presents - oh the fun and paper carnage!
Presents!!!