Tree Years Old!

Started the day with Monkey Bread

Jackson Wynn turned three on Monday.  I can't believe my baby is three.  He's a hoot, adorable, and fearless.  He has started talking a lot more and people besides us can understand large portions of what he says...sometimes.  He is really into Thomas the Tank and has given up on Wubbzy lately (joy!!!) and the Wiggles are take it or leave it fare.  He likes to sing and loves to dance.  He's my rough and tumble baby.  He got Buzz and Woody dolls and some trains for his birthday.  His little party is this weekend.  We are doing a Toy Story theme because he's into Buzz and Woody and their stuff is plastered everywhere, so it is easy to get party supplies.

John Campbell still loves to terrorize him and one day (soon) Jackson Wynn is going to beat the tar out of that boy.  Mama will have to hide in a closet and allow the reckoning, as long as there is no blood spilled.  John Campbell has a lot of payback coming his way.  And Jackson Wynn is going to be a big boy.  Sometimes they are really sweet to one another, and through all the shoving and meanness, you can see the brotherly love.  I've been told that brothers will beat the dickens out of one another, whether I know about it or not, it is sure to happen.

I sure do love my boys and I'm so glad they are part of my life.  Even now, I can look at them and be a little shocked that they are really mine.  Three years ago, we stayed the night in a nice hotel downtown and then checked in at the butt-crack of dawn to the hospital.  I was first on the table.  It was a wonderful, planned, controlled C-section and the anesthesiologist was kind enough to slip me a little something extra at the end because I told him I was scared.  He even patted my forehead.  At that moment, that small gesture made me feel safe and I knew things would be okay.  I got to hold my son and have photos taken and I was up and around, caring for him and loving on him, later that day.  He nursed like a little champ from the get go (still is *cough cough cough*) and slept like shit for the first two and a half years.  We are just now getting through the night without the a.m. whines of "ba baaaaaaaah".  But, ba baaaaaaah has been a wonderful experience. 

I think the girls are done and are ready to flatten on out, stretch down and hang there like two well worn empty tobacco pouches.  Fun.

He loves to be read to and there is one particular Thomas book we have memorized.  I love reading it each and every time he brings it to me.  His face is so satisfied and happy when that book opens and he is tucked into my lap.  Happy Birthday, little man.  You are filled with sweetness and charm.  My facebook update is:

 is celebrating three years of free spirited, sweet loving, adorable incorrigibility

That pretty much sums up my sweet, little man.  Happy Birthday, my lovey.

Here's photos from our little party on the day of.  His "actual" party will be on the weekend.

 

I can't say no to this sweet face.