Norman Harold is no longer n his terrific two's. He's officially three now that the beloved (not often celebrated) "Pi" day has arrived. My last, youngest son is now three. His birthday is also a special time of reflection. During his delivery my handsome husband was battling cancer, and so I can't help but celebrate these two boys; both my husband who has lived to see more birthdays of this little guy, and my little Norman, who's birth was a bright light in a pretty dark time. How did we celebrate? Why with a PJ Masks Pajama Pancake Party. This was a winner for several reasons. We didn't need to get dressed for the day. I didn't need to make a cake or pie... yet (I made a chocolate silk pie on his actual birthday since his party was over the weekend.) We got to wear masks. It was was short, bc three year olds are just as happy with an hour and half party as they would be with a 4 hour party... in fact, probably happier with the shorter party! My little man child is silly, officially potty trained, loves the movie Boss Baby, enjoys doing anything that his big sister is doing, and loves a good tackle with his brothers. What a guy.
I love three! Old enough to open their presents. Young enough to love everything they get!
We played a rousing game of "Hero, hero, Villain."
Pancakes and fruit kababs.
Happy Birthday!
On real birthday we went to the zoo. It was pretty rainy, except for the hour that we were at the zoo (yeah!) Which meant the zoo was virtually empty of other animal lovers, and the animals were all out and eager to show their stuff.
Gotta love the carousel.
What a pie Ryan brought home! It was the largest (incredibly delicious too) pizza I have ever seen.
My adult woman size hand is in this just for comparison... it was like 4 pizzas in one.
And finally we had his real birthday treat: chocolate silk pie.
I love that sweet little smile... on both of them.
3.14.15...on 3.14.18
I just want to eat his face!
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