And I should add sleepy. He fell asleep on the way to his birthday dinner.
We ate at Wingers downtown with a coupon JB had. Andrew chowed down. Sometimes he eats like a bird, other times he eats like his older brothers.
He blew out the birthday candle within a second of it appearing in front of him.
Then we went up to Nona and Papa's house where he got three Thomas the Tank Engine puzzles.
"OOOhhh, THOMAS!"
Nailed it.
I thought about getting him big boy underwear and beginning the potty-training process in earnest, but, since I hate potty-training, I'm wondering how long I can put this off. Besides, each additional child of mine I think is younger than they really are. Look at that face. He's still my baby Drewbers, right?
1 comment:
Yes, he has to be much younger than 3. Make him stop growing!
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