Happy Third Birthday, Stephen!

I'm having a hard time putting things into words lately.  Stephen is three.  We celebrated his birthday with a day-before trip to EPCOT (at Stephen's request) and then a day-of lunch at Tijuana Flats (also Stephen's request), prefaced by a jaunt through the local art fest and a dip in the fountain.  He is exceptionally articulate and uses words like obnoxious and hilarious and likes to tell me "MOM YOU ARE BEING ANNOYING RIGHT NOW!"

He still sleeps in a crib and keeps careful tabs on how many glasses of juice he's had in a day.  His brothers are his "buds" and his tricycle is wearing a track pattern in the tile.  Power Rangers, Ninja Turtles, and Star Wars are all the rage and he's quite sure he already knows how to read. (He doesn't).  He insists on big long sloppy kisses and tight tight hugs.

He's loud and whacky and has the very best expressions. He's my Stever-Mc-Deever-Pants and I really hope he potty trains soon.

Happy Birthday, Kiddo.  We love you more than I could ever even begin to put into words.

-= Go back in time: Stephen was born, Stephen turns one, Stephen turns two! =-

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Tis the Season.

I recently took a very accurate and scientific poll wherein I asked when people think 'The Holidays' begin.  I will tell you all now, only one person got the answer right.  One!  I can't believe I'm having to explain this, but 'The Holidays' do in fact begin as soon as school starts.  Which in our case is the first week of August.  Happy Labor day, we're celebrating with jingle bells, pumpkin spice and some warbley Mariah Carey.  It's that time, baby.  Bring on the mistletoe.

Speaking of holidays, it's full blown Halloween up in these parts.  So don't assume my boys have gone all Metro when you see them looking like David Bowie circa 1987.  I mean, they probably are a little Metro, what with the nail painting and loafers. But still, the eye make-up they're sporting these days is just a little left-over pirate skeleton or maimed zombie. 

And about those seasons - it's officially birthday season 'round here, and we're kicking it off with Brodie.  Well, I guess technically we kicked it off with me a few weeks ago, but since I didn't have a par-tay this year, I'll pass the honor to the Bro-ster.  We had some tasty Mexican followed by a sweet treat of frozen yogurt (or as my sister likes to call it 'Fro-Yo') in his honor.  Happy Birthday, Kiddo, it knocks my socks off that you're already three.

And on a completely unrelated note.  I think my brain is leaking from my ears thanks to this house renovation.  Our beginning of October finish date is looking extremely unlikely.  But on the plus side, we got walls this week.  Hurrah.

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