Slade has his third birthday and boy was it fun. It started out like any other day and he looked at me kind of weird when I said "Happy Birthday" all excited like, but by the time Quindy had a talk with him, the cake was ready and the presents were out, he could hardly stand it. We had his Grammi & Papa over for dinner and he got the best presents ever. Monster Truck and a Monkey truck.
As an added bonus for Mom, he has now mastered doorknobs. I know I shouldn't complain and that I was blessed that it took him this long, but boy, I miss the little boy who couldn't open doors.