He’s three.

He’s three.

Over the past few days our kitchen floor has developed a light dusting of red along with some nice red splotches. I’m sure they’ll come up when I mop, but who has time to mop when their eldest child is turning three? Not I. There was cake to be baked, food to prepare, presents to wrap (and, in one case, spray paint — hence the red dust on the kitchen floor), a party to plan. And then, of course, there was the actual celebration of the birth of the most fantastic 3-year-old currently on the face of the earth. How do you celebrate such a momentous occasion? With lots of red, it turns out. And balloons. We thought it wouldn’t be a real party without balloons, and it turns out that the party actually was the balloons, as 5 children ages 5 and under demonstrated for us. I would love to document every moment, from loading up our stroller as if it were an SUV to asking random people at the park if they had a lighter for the candles (no luck), but it just can’t be done. Nor is there enough room for the 170ish pictures we took throughout the day (excessive? maybe — but he only turns 3 once, and it’s hard to get good pictures of such wiggly children).
Even with the wind and the cold and the threat of rain, we had a great time. Of course. Because what could be more fun than celebrating Simon? And we know he is indeed three because despite all the effort we put into the cake and the party and getting the right gifts and everything else, the thing that excited Simon most — that caught his attention and wouldn’t let it go — was a tape measure in the shape of a dinosaur.Someday, 50 years from now, he’ll appreciate everything we’ve done for him.

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