The boy's birthday was lots of fun. Three. Three.
Someday I'm going to look back and think wow, three, he was hardly more than a baby back then.
Right now, though, I'm thinking wow, three, he's definitely not a baby anymore!
We spent a couple of hours at a local farm, his favourite place to visit, feeding the bunnies, admiring the horses, visiting the chickens, and petting the goats.
We had a wonderful evening of dinner (the birthday boy requested stir fry) and cake (this oh-my-goodness-I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven carrot cake with cream cheese icing), along with his friend and her parents.
But perhaps the main event (for his poor sentimental momma, at least!) was leaving the house like this:
...and returning like this:
His wild and crazy hair is gone.
No, he's definitely not a baby anymore.