I read an article this past Christmas that it is really the anticipation of Christmas that we are truly excited about. It’s why children can get so wound up prior to the holiday. And while that was certainly true in our household, I would have to say the day of Christmas was just as full of energy as all the days leading up to it. But when it came to Ethan’s birthday this past week…the anticipation of it’s arrival was much better than the birthday itself. In fact, he didn’t want to let the anticipation go for when I asked him the night before I put him to bed if his birthday was the next day, he stated, “No, Mama, not yet!” quite happily.
And yet the next morning he woke up shouting at the top of his lungs, “Mama, am I three now?!?!?!”
I’m surprised he didn’t wake up the whole neighborhood!
Being three is the most excited thing that has happened in his entire life. Every day he is telling me he is three now, and he can do this because he is three now, or he is fast because he is three now, or he is strong because he is three now…the list goes on and on. And he tells everyonehe is three now. He had probably a 5-minute discussion with the greeters at the door at church on Sunday, telling them all (who are certainly old enough to be his grandfathers) that he was three, and he can run fast, and he got this or that for his birthday, and he had a Spider-Man cake, and…well, just about everything you can possibly say about being three. They were all quite amused by his utter delight at the age of three.
He did have a good birthday. He enjoyed his gift, and his cake, and his whole day in general. But I would have to say the entire age of three has left me nothing but exhausted!
Opening presents was a group effort: Ethan, cousin Beto and Emry.
He was so excited about his Spider-Man 3-year-old cake and the candles, he blew them out before we finished singing!
One of his favorite gifts of the night.
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