Now, among the tears, lets go back, shall we, and look at these cute little squishy cheeks in years past...
AND, since I can't find the first birthday at TRU, here's his cute wittle centerpiece from his big ONE!
Oh my, do you need a tissue?!
Oh, it's just me?
Okay, well then, back to the last day of 3...
So after our birthday trip, we stopped by Pops on the way home because Niecey had never been, and you can always find a good excuse to go to Pops (like the last day EVER that I'll have a 3 year old to take to Pops...)
The einsteins don't get caffiene. They just don't.
In fact, Emma just starting being able to drink soda a couple years ago.
Evan had a taste once, but the bubbles weren't his favorite thing, which is good for me, so for the last time ever, I bought my 3 year old his green Bug Juice. (And embarassed the kids with wearing sunglasses inside after I cried...again.)
The girls decided on Orange and root beer.
I decided to try a pumpkin pie soda, but it wasn't cold, so i have yet to taste test.
But wouldnt it be wonderful to drink a pumpkin pie?
Ummm, yes please!
So on the way home we dodged some more fires that are burning all around the country.
(Random, i know. But it WAS, after all, the LAST fire I would see while i was the mom of a three year old!)
And just before he went off to bed, I snapped one.
Of my three year old baby.
Goodbye, sweet little one!
For tomorrow brings me a new four year old boy with some VERY big shoes to fill.
But he will never be the little one that stays home with mommy all day while big sister and daddy are working hard all day.
But he will be strong, and brave, and ready for many, many new adventures that this magical fourth year will bring.
And I will miss you.
But I will love him just as much.
Perhaps you can stay there for a little while, and when he sleeps I'll see you there, in that silence and dark, my sweet baby boy, once again.
Oh, please stop growing up, silly little boy!
Mommy is DEEEEE-hydrated!!!
Happy birthday, peanut.
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