How is it possible that "my baby" is three?! Of course, if Andrew could read, he would protest, "I'm not a baby!" He doesn't buy my counter-argument that "you'll always be MY baby." He says, "no, I'm an Andrew!" He's also a lovebug, a snuggle-monster, a chatter-box, a smarty-pants (so says his sister), a monkey, a little crazy, and more than a little ornery.
His birthday day was pretty low-key, playing outside on his new jungle gym (his gift from Mommy and Daddy), but we had a party the day before with his grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. Andrew picked out his own party goodies: purple plates, green napkins, green balloons, a dinosaur cake, party hats, Spiderman blow-outs, and Spongebob streamers. Which is a pretty good snapshot of this kid... going a dozen different directions at once!
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