Three years ago today I was sitting in the children's hospital, watching footage of the tsunami, wondering what day it was and when I'd get to take my little guy home. Now, he's a 40 pound, 38 inch 3 year old who won't eat anything that doesn't look like chicken nuggets without someone convincing him that it tastes good. Funny how time flies, I'm still amazed at how much they grow in such a short period of time. This week I get to change his car seat to a booster seat, which he is really looking forward to.
On to the pictures...
We went to the farm for Gage's birthday to see my parents and my Grandma G. Gage was a little apprehensive about blowing out the candles, he just really wanted to play with the trucks. The reason we don't get a cake is because he doesn't really like cake. He didn't have any ice cream or strawberries this year, and after half a muffin said "I'm all done now, can I go play?" Poppy and Dad had to help blow out the candles. Poppy noticed that Jude was helping from across the table too.
What Nate does when you tell him to smile.
What Jude does when you tell him to smile.
Birthday presents galore... a tractor with removable wheels...
... a Talking Diego Doodle Pro...
... and Elmo Dominoes and a pylon. Yes, we bought him a pylon. Trust me, he loves them and is always asking if he can take one home when we see them on the road. He was tickled.
Grandma and Poppy didn't want Nate and Jude to feel left out, so they bought presents for them as well.
What the hell is in this thing?
Grandma G and Nate check out the truck.
After muffins we went outside to run around for a while. Poppy brought out the sled, which is almost as good as the cart in the boys' eyes. He pulled them all over the yard in it. After we saw the horses, Gage pulled Nate around the yard and tried to pull both Nate and Jude around.
