I sometimes have a hard time believing the bambino is as old as he is. Today, he’s 3. There’s no more baby in him, he’s all little boy now, and in a way, I hate it. I miss the little snuggle bug that would shove his face into my neck and drool on my shoulder. Now, he’s too busy to give me a hug when I want one.
As per his request, this year I did not make his cake, as my decorating skills are horrible, so we bought one:
Excuse the messy living room. We let the bambino open his presents before dinner, which was probably a mistake. All he wanted to do was play with the AT-AT.
I didn’t think I could stomach hot dogs after him throwing them up the other night, but I grilled them instead of just nuking or boiling them, and I only ate one. And now that he’s tucked into bed with one of his new snow troopers, I’m off to bed myself. Jay & I have to get up and do yoga tomorrow morning!