This morning Levi turned 3. My baby has officially been replaced by a devilishly handsome and sweet little boy. It won't be new news to y'all that I think this whole growing up thing is bittersweet, but really I wouldn't change it for the world. I love seeing my little ones become who they were made to be. It's good...so very good.
Saturday we had a party.
And, it was perfect.
Well, at least, if you ignore the halfway peeled off wallpaper. But, really, we've lived with it so long now that we're beginning to think it's normal.
We decorated.
We cooked.
We made birthday cards for the birthday boy.
And opened presents.
He has a glove/mitten obsession, but he also has a habit of losing them. I've learned to buy the cheap ones...and no handmade ones for this fella. Not yet, at least.
I've been MIA from blogland for awhile now...up to my eyeballs in a felt fishing pond. (inspired by
this one) Apparently, if you hand stitch the entire thing (while trying to keep a baby entertained and fed) it does indeed turn into a monstrously time consuming project.
But, I think he liked it. :)
I'm still devising proper payback for my sister over this one. We now have a shark, and it is seemingly permanently lodged in our living room. Also, it must be in need of some dental work.
I told you he was sweet...
the day was topped off by a cake for a slightly Lego crazy little boy.
I was a little nervous that he might notice that his party wasn't quite like some of the others he's been to lately. It was just family...with no extra "entertainment"...and just a few good gifts...and plenty of good food.
I had nothing to worry about.
He was thrilled.
Like really, really thrilled.
He spent the whole day grinning ear to ear.
It was one of those days that even I wanted to last forever.
And, those few presents...oh, my. I'm still trying to work out where to put them.