Happy Birthday Baby Boy!!!

Isn't he cute?

Today is the Warrior's 3rd birthday. He shouldn't be three. I was holding him the other day and could hardly believe that he was getting so big. What a sweetie he is, and what a total mess at the same time. I forsee many trips to the ER in the future.

We had a pretty good day, although the poor baby woke up sick. He spent most of the day laying in Daddy's chair watching "The Magic School Bus" or "Larry Boy," and getting pretty much what ever he wanted; thanks to it being his birthday, his being sick, and the fact that his Grandma is here as well. Actually, most people would consider this a pretty good birthday even with being sick.

We had to have a Transformers Birthday Cake. You would think I would have at least bothered to take it out of the pan before I decorated it. You would also think I would have at least bothered to make the decorations out of icing. You know the saying about the shoemaker's children...the same goes for the cake decorator's children.

Now, most people would wonder why we make such a big fuss about a 3rd birthday, but in our family when you turn three you get your bracelet. It is just a family thing, but it means that you belong to us. Only family and friends we consider family get them.

Grandma putting his bracelet on him.

Happy Birthday my Big Boy!