Today is my son’s 3rd birthday!

I’m so proud to be this amazing kid’s dad and I can’t wait to see what this year has in store.

So far today, he woke up early, rushed downstairs, saw some presents waiting for him, screamed with joy, opened the Thomas and Friends toys (two new engines and a pirate shipwreck playset!), and then played with them for two hours! We’d still be playing if we didn’t have a little party planned for him and his friends at day care this morning.

It’s the first year that he really understands what it means to have a birthday — even though he sang “Happy Birthday” for a whole week last year — and so he’s been excited about celebrating. As someone who loves birthdays myself, I’m thrilled to see how much he’s enjoying his this morning. He’s so much like me in so many ways — including the fact that he’s a much better looking little version of me — and I always love finding new ways that we’re similar.

For anyone who’s feeling nostalgic, as I am, you can actually go back to his actual birth day or even to the day we posted his ultrasound photos.

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New Idea: The Judahism

A good friend posts to Facebook a daily “ism” that his youngest son says.

I might steal the idea.

When I posted two of my son’s one-liners on Facebook, they immediately received fifty “Likes” each. Basically, people on Facebook love funny things said by kids. And (almost) three year olds say very funny things.

The most recent might be the best I’ll ever get so the whole experiment might be really short-lived:

Tightening Judah’s car seat straps and he says to me, “Too tight; let my people go!”

So that’ll be my first Judahism … which is particularly great since it works on two levels.

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It is becoming increasingly clear to me that my youngest child suffers from some sort of milk-induced insanity.

To wit:

Every time I sit down to give her a bottle, she begins thrashing around, flailing her arms and legs, making horrific grunting and choking noises, and spitting milk. This causes me to remove the bottle.

At which point she becomes a complete rage monster.

So the bottle returns. And the above repeats.

After two or three iterations, she calms down and drinks happily from the bottle. When she finishes the bottle and I try a second bottle, the above repeats as though she has never taken a bottle before in her young life, let alone thirty-five seconds ago.

Please advise or commiserate.

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Judah got his first haircut today … and he loved it!

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It’s a bird; it’s a plane! It’s Super Judah!

It’s a bird; it’s a plane! It’s Super Judah!

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