Today is Jack's third birthday. In some ways, it feels like we've been a family forever and in others, it feels like he just got here yesterday. I hope he had as much fun today as I did.
When I went to get him this morning, I asked him how old he was. He said two, and I said no, not any more. His face brightened and he said, "I'm three!" I wished him a happy birthday and gave him a big hug. What a great way to start the day.
After breakfast, I took Jack and Ted to the Garbage Museum in Stratford. I didn't tell Jack where we were going until we got on the road. I wanted it to be a surprise; on Sunday at about 4pm he announced that he wanted to see Trashasaurus and was crushed when I told him that he couldn't because the museum was closed. Jack was very excited to see Trashasaurus today. His favorite thing is to look for pieces of old toys amongst the mishmash. If you've never been, Trashasaurus is about ten feet high and twenty feet long (I'm terrible with estimating this kind of thing so don't quote me on it) and made entirely out of garbage. Not nasty, slimy stuff, but things like old tires, license plates, five-gallon paint drums, shoes, broken toys, that sort of thing. We ran into some friends and had an impromptu playdate at the museum, which was fun.
Back home for lunch, then a late afternoon playdate. It was great to catch up with friends we haven't seen since the early summer. The kids all got to play chase, which is Jack's all-time favorite game, and it's always fun to hear the kids laughing as they tear around the house.
Dinner was the birthday boy's choice, pasta, of course. Afterward I put a birthday candle in Jack's ice cream and John and I sang "Happy Birthday" to him. Then the usual bedtime routine, with the added bonus of lots of giggles between Jack and Mommy. He is such a funny kid. I am amazingly blessed, and I just love Jack so much. Both him and his brother. And their Daddy.