Happy Birthday, Tyler!

Last night I put to bed a two year old, and this morning I woke up (very early) to a three year old. At 4 am. He never cries out at night or wakes up earlier than normal, but last night at aproximately 4am, I heard him cry out. I walked zombie-like through the streamers and balloons I had strategically placed outside his door that night into his room. I'm not sure what it was that he wanted since he wouldn't tell me, but it was quite obvious that he wanted me in the meantime.

I slept off and on from 4 am to when the blaring radio came on at 6 am. Snooze. Snooze again. And then as I stepped out of the shower, there were Tyler's cries again. This time it was 6:30 am. Still too early.

I brought him into our bed with Josh still sleeping while I put on my make-up and dried my hair. When I walked out of the bathroom, I caught a glimpse of Tyler reading books in bed to daddy (who was still snoring at this point).

"I want waffles!" To this I replied with "ok, you're the birthday boy." Two bites into breakfast, "I want fruit!" Typically, I don't play food games. Especially that early in the morning. But today was an exception.

I got him dressed with only one threat by mommy of the wooden spoon (another day, another post) and with only three references by Tyler to the cupcakes sitting on top of the stove ready to bring to his preschool.

We walked into preschool and an overwhelming "Happy Birthday, Tyler" came out of the little mouths of most of the three year olds and all of the teachers. As a side note, I also had a very interesting fashion discussion with three prissy little three year old girls. The same girls that enjoy telling me when I come pick up Tyler that he's had a bad day.

I reminded Tyler of being a good boy, listening, and keeping that stinking apple on the tree! Of course, regardless of whether it falls or not today he will still get extra hugs and kisses tonight when I pick him up at 5:30. Why?

Because my baby is three. It's hard to comprehend that. Can I still call him a baby?

We've had a rough, rough last couple of weeks at school. There were days that I was sure I could never convince Josh to think about another child. Like ever. But, we are working through this phase in Tyler's life. I still like to call it a phase. Sounds less permanent. (smile)

However, Tyler had a great day at preschool today and came home to birthday cards, presents, cheeseburgers, and ice cream cake!

So, I can now say I have a 3 year old. Let the party begin. But please keep it drama free! :-)