Last night he was restless, stirring often and mumbling something about birthdays and presents and tractor cakes. It was cute... in a "please go back to sleep, I'm tired" sort of way.
But the sun came up and there were presents, and a tractor cake, and friends and our music group and cupcakes and candles and turning 3. I think he had a great day.
He blew out the candles....
... and now my baby is three!
Happy birthday beautiful William David.