Our #2 guy turned 3!
(Here's the debate in my mind. I have started calling our second born son #2, because the blog nickname Gadashio has started being mistaken for his real name. So, like any loving mother, I put an end to that right away. But, is it truly kind to replace it with something like #2? Think about which bodily release you use the title #2 for. Hmmm... so I then considered Big D... do you know what that stands for on my mom's side of the family? I am surrounded by many fecal matter connotations my friends.
So, the Beloved and I have simply decided on Lou -
not to be confused with the commode, comfort station, or lavatory.)
And with that wonderful introduction, welcome to Lou's 3rd b-day party:
But where's the b-day boy?
Laying on a bench near the dinner table all cuddled up in blankets. Poor guy woke up with a high fever and a very strong desire to cuddle with WWE wrestler Batista. Okay, I am kidding about the WWE figurine part, but he was one sick kiddo. :(
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| Sleeping soundly on The Beloved's gigantor bean bag chair. |
He livened up a bit when he heard the word presents and ran to The Beloved's lap to let the unveiling begin.
The best reaction arrived when he opened the package containing the enormous dragon and let a huge roar rip.
Buckabu, Papa, and cousin Mason were the extra party attendees. Grandma and Grandpa received a call soon afterward from the b-day boy.
(Dilemma: I just can't call him Lou. I feel like I've abandoned Gadashio and #2. How distressing. The Beloved says stick with Lou.)
Our Dear Three Year Old Boy, :)
What a hard birthday for you! Energy should have been your middle name but today you had none. Your older brother was so excited to give you your present and asked me everyday for about a week if you could open it early. Gosh, he loves you.
Right now in your life you are completely in love with a little dragon toy. The wings fall of constantly but we glue it back together daily. No one is allowed to touch the dragon unless they are fixing it.
You have such an imagination. In the mornings when I am getting ready you love to play in the finger-nail-clipper-drawer. (I am not sure why we have enough to fill up a drawer, but that's currently the case.) You make the clippers look like birds and you fly them around the room making fierce squawking noises.
You say a prayer over the food before every bite you take and if you get out of bed at night you'll say a prayer before you get back in.
You refer to yourself in the third person which is hilarious.
Lately you love Mama but Daddy misses his Daddy's boy.
You just crawled into our bed and you want to cuddle with me. You told Daddy to, "Scoot!".
I have to remind you to be kind (but smile inwardly that you want to snuggle with me).
We love you buddy.
You are a blessing to me, your father, and your brothers. We are so glad Heavenly Father sent you to our home.
