So sweet Noah could hardly contain himself when it was finally his big day. He ran into our room at 6 a.m. as Nate and I were getting ready for church and with the happiest voice said, "Good morning Mom! It's my birfday!"
Sunday mornings are usually pretty hurried around here. Nate leaves at 6:15, and then I'm trying to get me and the boys out the door by 8:30. I still wanted the birthday boy to have a special morning so we started off with pancakes.
After church is sometimes busy too because Nate is still gone, the boys need lunch, and Luke, especially, is on the verge of needing a nap. Noah requested a turkey, cheese and mustard sandwich, and followed it up with, "Let's make it a birthday sandwich mom." He wanted a candle. How could I say no to this sweet face?
Oh, and I made a cake. Thank you Pinterest for the inspiration.
Noah never turns down a kiss sandwich, especially on his birthday.
What is it about this picture that makes me feel like I'm seeing what my not-so-little boy is going to look like in a few years? So grown up!
Luke was content to sit with Shasta and let her accessorize him.
He loved blowing out the candles.
I'm sure it's no surprise that many times this week Noah has said, "Mom, is it my birfday again?" He had so much fun. As soon as the doctor walkd in the door at his annual check up this morning Noah said, "Hi Dr. Frank. I had a birfday, and now I'm THREE," (as he help up his three fingers).
And speaking of the check up, here are the big three year-old's stats:
Height: 37.5 inches (53%)
Weight: 32 pounds (54%)