Michael's 3rd Birthday

I love birthdays, and so I love when my boys and husband have a birthday because it gives us a chance to celebratke!  Michael was SOOO excited for his birthday.  He was talking about October 19th for a very long.  It was so cute because he would always tell people his birthday was October nineteen.  I loved it.  If you asked him what he wanted for his birthday, he's say, cake.  He for some reason was really excited about the cake part of his birthday.

I made him breakfast in bed (waffles), but he apparently didn't like my waffles because he took one bite and spit them out and said they were bissgusting (disgusting).  I cooked them too long because I forgot about them, and apparently he likes his waffles light.  Oh well, it was hilarious and we got it on video.

I'm all about family birthday parties at this stage in life, so we invited over my parents and sister's family for dinner.  Michael is really good at giving reactions when he opens presents, which I love.  He gets so excited, and then hugs and kisses you if you gave him a present.

Michael is growing up and has FINALLY grown out of biting.  I am probably jinxing myself, but the last time he bit someone was the beginning of September (his cousin Kate has been his main victim).  I think I finally taught him that if someone takes his toy or hurts him that he needs to tell them to stop, and then if they don't, then he can come tell an adult.  Anyhow, this has been one of my biggest trials as Michael's mom, was that he was a biter and nothing seemed to cure him of it.  I'm so glad that stage is behind us.

Also, now that Michael is 3 he has decided he's potty trained.  It was a LONG month of potty training, but we finally succeeded. He was very difficult to train, but the last week he has gone all by himself and hasn't had an accident.

Michael is one smart boy.  He is observant and fun for everyone.  Still goes non-stop, but that's what we love about him.  He still sleeps in a crib because of his crib tent, and takes a really good nap for me everyday.  People tell me I'm lucky, I just tell them they should have bought a crib tent, ha.

This week Michael started calling one of his blankies, "sister."  He always grab his "sister" and tells me how much he loves her.  I asked him why he was calling it sister and he told me because he didn't have a sister and so his blanket is his sister.  Now he's calling the blanket his baby sister and telling me that she sick and needs a hug, or that she's sad, or happy....it's pretty funny.  Just now I asked him if he needed to go to the bathroom and he told me  "no Mom, I don't need to go to the bathroom, I need a baby because Preppy's not a baby anymore."  Oh boy!

I can't believe my baby is 3.  Makes me really sad, but I just have to look forward to the next stages in life.  I think 3 is such a fun stage.  Lots of work, but also lots of fun.  I love you Michael, thanks for loving me back!