Today, three years later, he's 37ish pounds and 38ish inches tall. He talks, sings, pees on the potty, yells at me, argues, explains, laughs, cries, plays, pouts, watches T.V., does puzzles with amazing ability (and I'm not just saying that because I'm his mother), eats cheese and yogurt like there's no tomorrow and entertains us endlessly. He also frustrates us endlessly, but that's another story for another time. Today we're celebrating him. Today, he's nothing but sunshine and rainbows.
Until, of course, he pitches a fit about not being allowed to have MORE cheese or yogurt and goes back to being endlessly frustrating. Then, the sunshine and rainbows fade and it's time outs-ville.
Happy Birthday, Dylan!
We Love You!