Oliver turns "tree"

This boy turned 3.

 

(Or "tree" as he likes to say)

This boy, who rarely stops moving (that explains the blurry picture), who loves ice cream and "bazert" (dessert), his milk and blankie, his drum, "helping" me cook, talking on the phone, and practicing batting with Cambel, finally got to have his birthday (it was hard to wait since Ada and Cambel's birthdays fall so close together and early in the Spring).

 

He had one party at Nana and Papa's house,

and one at home (where we really pulled out all the stops on decorations and a fancy cake. Actually he was the one who wanted brownies, so we were just fulfilling his wish).

 

His gift was this balance bike. And even if he didn't LOVE it, it would have been worth it just for this cute picture. Look how grown up he looks! When did that happen?

I wasn't going to say it, but I can't help myself...I can't believe he is already 3!

I know someday this picture of him looking so big to me will be the picture where he looks so little. I know he won't always say "bazert" when we make brownies or pull his chair up to the counter to help me cook (which isn't necessarily a bad thing:)), or want to be rocked with his milk and blanket. As with all the kids, it is bittersweet. But watching Oliver grow and develop is our privilege, so I will keep filing away all these sweet things and rejoicing in all the growing up things.

Happy Birthday Oliver!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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