My first born is three years old! I don’t even understand what is happening in my life anymore. How is it possible that I am now the mother to a three year old?!
This past year has been one of a lot of changes for Asher. We moved into a house, he became a big brother, he became potty trained, and he developed an extensive vocabulary. He is loving, active, strong willed, friendly, shy, gentle, artistic, joyous, volatile, sweet, stubborn, smart, affectionate, capable, persistent, curious and outgoing. He is so much, and he becomes more and more the person that he is every day. I love being able to experience all the chaos and joy that is being his mother.
For his birthday we had some of his little friends over and basically just let them run around. Everyone got along surprisingly well.
The weather was unseasonably warm for these parts so we were able to take the party out doors, which was so fun! I made a carrot cake and Raf broke out the bubble wand. Bennett even had her own little cohort of tinies, that was exceptionally adorable.
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