This weekend, dear son Luke turned 3 years old! We had a great party for him on Friday night with family and friends. We went to the park and played a game of "t-ball", ate hotdogs and hamburgers, sang Happy Birthday to him while he blew out candles on his Thomas the Train cake and opened presents. On Saturday we celebrated by going to the movies to see Monsters vs Aliens and he got to spend the night with Grandma and Papa and they treated him to ice cream. On Sunday we went to Main Street Days and went to the petting zoo, watched BMX bike stunts, kayaked and explored a choo-choo train caboose! Very fun but today, life slapped us in the face when Luke had a melt down...why the melt down you ask? The child already started his day on a bad note when he insisted on wearing a green shirt with a huge hole in it with orange shorts. Not long after he was eating his "ogur" (you and I refer to this as yogurt) for breakfast when his Dad stirred his "ogur" because it looked lumpy. Wrong! Luke began crying, "Mommy, Daddy turn my ogur!" My response (without even looking at him) was, "Then turn it back." That's when the storm passed and all was good again. And this is why 3 is the new 2!
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