It's hard to believe that my little angel baby (that was just barely born, I swear) is three years old. So far, I have never had a three-year-old without also having another, smaller baby. So Sam still gets to be my baby, and I think he enjoys that at least some of the time. Mostly, though, he is just SO proud to be getting bigger.
On the day of his birthday, Sam asked, "Mom, when is me gonna be big?" I asked what he meant by "big," and he said "5" was pretty big. So I explained how many more birthdays he had until he would be five like Ellis. Then he asked, "When me is big, who is gonna be little?" This launched a great conversation between Ellis and Sam about how we are probably going to have a new baby soon, now that Sam is three, and when that baby gets big, we will have a new baby who will be little, and the process will continue . . . forever and ever. Ah, if only it were that simple!
Sam has been planning his birthday ever since Ellis' birthday last September. Seriously. Probably at least 4-5 times a week between September and now, he has told me something that we were going to do for his birthday party. With some careful prodding, he (thankfully) settled on the idea of having a Wizard of Oz party. I was thrilled, because it meant that I could pretty much recycle the school/PTA party and have Sam's party ready to go!
Of course, we had to make new cupcakes (although the leftover frosting from the school party was frozen and ready to use).
Sam and Ellis helped to fill goody bags with all the leftover treats from the school party.
We had frozen the cookies and yellow bricks, so they were still pretty fresh. I don't think anyone complained about having leftovers in their goody bags.
And voila! The recycled party was ready!
Mini versions of the cupcakes were perfect for our crowd.
Sam with his blue Kool-Aid mustache
Our house accidentally landed on the wicked witch as the party was beginning!
The kids had a tornado spinning contest.
and a Munchkin race!
Sam was very proud to find out that he would be the leader of the next game:
"Follow the Yellow Vest Sam!"
Everyone got to help melt the ice witch in the kitchen sink (can you tell we came up with the activities at 10:00 the night before?).
Wishes for my sweet boy.
I wish I could explain how much I completely adore this boy . . . just as much as I did the day he was born, three years ago. He has honestly been an absolute gift, filling me with unspeakable joy every single day.
