Two weeks ago Little Man turned three years old. I cannot believe how fast the past three years have gone.
Hubby and I traveled to D.C. to join in the festivities. We were excited to see him and visit with him.
He wanted a number party. He loves numbers. The online invitation had a guest list with it and beside each guest’s name was a number that was assigned to them. Very smart, I thought. My number was 6, hubby was 7. His big stuffed Curious George was 11…. and of course, Little Man was the all important number 3.
Hubby and I usually do not don matching wardrobes, but, this day we did. I got us new red tee shirts (his favorite color) and denim shorts. The numbers were a bright navy blue, stick on felt, so that we did not have to continue to wear shirts emblazoned with the numbers 6 and 7.
It was a wonderful party! This year he was into ripping into presents and wanted to open presents before any of the other activities, like visiting with one another, eating the lunch and just being with family. My daughter had a lovely lunch filled with his favorite foods, he zeroed in on the bowl of grapes and blueberries and having them within arms reach was a great joy for him. His cheeks looked like a squirrel preparing for winter. His chubby hands brought grapes for everyone, he was in his element.
The time finally came for presents and he ripped through them all, playing with some and tossing some since he really had no idea what good they were. We had a present we brought tossed, but, he really had no idea the importance of the helmet he needs for his trike (his Nana and Bibi bought him), and the roller skates which he didn’t have a clue about what they were. We weren’t offended, and just laughed as he looked at them and put them off to the side, like, “What the heck is this? This isn’t fun!” However, he did love the big puzzle his Mama and Papa got him and set to working on that right away.
His cake was fun, a big 3 shaped cake that he helped to decorate. It had a sparkler shaped like a three on it, and it sparkled while we all sang to him. I shared my icing and while getting a share of my icing he informed me that he just wanted the frosting, not that black stuff (chocolate cake).
In all it was a wonderful celebration. We laughed and smiled and remembered how precious this Little Man is to all who were there. He is a little boy now, not a baby or a toddler, but a bona-fide little boy. Filled with laughter and joy and energy.
And, yes, he did discover the mystery gift of skates later in the day when Grampy and I helped him with them and held onto him while he skated down the hallway of the apartment. He squealed and giggled and I think he decided that skates were a good idea in the long run.
Happy Birthday again Little Man, thank you for making my life filled with a bit more laughter and joy. You are a special gift to us from Jesus.
Thanks for stopping by, DAF