This little cutie-pie turned three today.
He ran circles around the kitchen singing "Happy Birthday to you!" at the top of his lungs. He had whip cream on his cake. He blew out candles and opened way too many presents. He finally understood that he was three by the end of the night. He talked on the phone to Auntie Debbie telling her that it was his birthday and he was opening presents. Only Dad was allowed to help him open presents.
He played with all his new toys. He got diggers and firetrucks, tools, crayons and coloring books, playdough and paint, firetruck undies and new clothes, a DVD about diggers and fireengines and a big dump truck too. Phew.
He blew out three candles on his melted cream snowman cake. (Mental note, don't put cream on until right before.) Three candles flickered back on. So he blew even harder making some great puffer lips that made Mom laugh. We all laughed. We all love him so.
Mia decided to drive a truck on her hair and got it stuck. Jake played with all of Sam's new toys. So did Mia. And um, so did Mom. :)
It's hard to believe three years have already passed when the fresh memory of the craziness I felt to have him born. Each day passing creaping closer to Christmas brought on new emotions and breakdowns and one fat baby that was determined to stay put. He wasn't interested in joining a crazy lady. :) A whole week passed and finally he was born. He came quickly. It was painful. Grandma Sharon was invited to witness his birth along with Grandma Desse. He was worth it.
Already three years old and happy and content. Loves to be with Dad and plays late at night in Mia's room when they should be sleeping. He loves gum and classifies it as either spicy (mint) or by it's color (purple gum). He'll eat a whole pack in a day and leave chewed bits in places that I don't want to find them but it makes me laugh because it's Sammy. My Samalicous who calls himself "Sam'l ". Who requests that we drive past the firehouse everytime we go somewhere. (Good thing we live close.) Who hid under the table when Stephanie's family sung to him this week and snuck pieces of steak of the other children's plates when they were not looking. Who was throughly thrilled that it was his birthday. If we all could all be so happy.
Happy Birthday my little man! I refuse to believe that you are growing up and will be a Sunbeam in just a few short weeks. That you'll be big enough for Preschool next Fall. That you were brave enough to sit on Santa's lap and tell him that you wanted a garbage truck for Christmas. That the dimples on your hands and wrists will soon be gone. We love you with all of our hearts!
xoxo,
Mama
