Happy birthday little boy!

Somehow the littlest person in our family turned three. The saying that days and weeks are long, but the years are so fast is so true. My heart feels so sad that our last baby is already three and he tells me things like,"no, I can do it by myself." The saddest part is that he can do it by himself. He makes his bed in the morning and is getting really good at putting his pants on all by himself. He doesn't need me to help him go potty, and he even remembers to use soap when he washes his hands after.  He can ride a scooter like a champ and can hit a ball that's pitched to him almost every pitch. He loves suckers and sausage and is a champion sleeper. We love him and are so thankful that he came to our family. For his birthday he wanted to go to the park and throw rocks in the river.

 I don't know why he closes his eyes for most pictures but, he does and even though it's annoying, it's totally him and we've come to expect it.

 He was so excited for M and K to get home from school so that he could open his presents.

He loves the movie, Home. He loves fruit snacks. We don't normally have fruit snacks so when he opened his Home fruit snacks, he was pretty excited about them.

He is just like K and LOVES cars!

"Oh dear!" I don't know why he said it, but I love that he did and that we got a picture of it!

Taking his birthday pictures a few days later was maddening to say the least. He's so cute and so stubborn. It was hot and we couldn't find the park we wanted right off so, by the time we got there we were hungry. All that combined made for an interesting birthday picture taking experience.

Yep, his eyes are closed for the first picture. Of course they were. We had hope that the second one would be better.

 Nice. Nope to picture two being better.

                                                       Success!                                                                                        (Just so you know, this wasn't picture three. it was probably more like picture 300. No lie.) 

Sometimes when I look at him, he looks too grown up already. His hands in his pockets was his idea.

After almost two hours and probably about 700 pictures we had to call it quits. He does things his own way and there's no amount of bribery that can make him change his mind. We are totally enamored by him and are so happy to call him ours! 

Wall- take two

 Remember this? 

 And this?

 And this?

Welp, we finally got around to finishing it. Now when I say we, we all know that I mean other people. I had nothing to do with it. I am always the designated picture taker. 

P came over again with his sprayer and textured the wall. He did a great job and the only mistake he made was to tell us to let it dry overnight. Overnight turned into more like 21-28 overnight's. Truth, the wall sat textured without primer, which meant that we couldn't paint it yet, for three or four weeks. I would look at it and think, I should prime that and then paint it, but who would take the picture to document it being done? Since there was no picture taker, I read a book instead and let the textured wall continue to sit there. What book you ask? I was reading the Selection series. Oh. My. Word! Talk about good books! My 16 year old niece told me I should read them. I'm pretty sure the wall wasn't the only thing neglected as I read those books. I loved them! Anyway, I digress, so sorry! One Saturday B decided that enough was enough and with three very eager helpers, they took on the wall.

When I say the three littles were eager to help, I really meant it. They sat and watched B and every hundredth of a second asked if it was their turn yet.

To cut down on fighting, we just went oldest to youngest for who was going next. Little B had lost interest and was probably playing in the bucket of primer.

K wanted to prime the entire wall and didn't really get why B kept telling him not to go too high.

  Little B loved doing it as long as he could do it by himself. If either B or I got too close he would wave us away and say,"No, no, don't, I do it all by myself." Thankfully they were only priming a small area and so they got the primer on pretty fast. I honestly don't remember if we painted it that same night. Knowing us, I would say it was definitely at least two or three nights later that B put the paint on the wall.

I don't know why it looks so white, it's not. It's a lovely shade of gray. I am happy to report that our second attempt, hence the holding up of two fingers, he's not doing a peace sign (although he does long for word peace :)), on our wall has held up! There hasn't been any oozing water or other catastrophes. Next on the list is the flooring and oh what a happy day that will be!