Happy Birthday, Ian!

Another year passes, and I now find myself playing and conversing with a three year old Ian. People warned me that the years would fly by quickly, that my children's childhood would vanish in the blink of an eye. I'm starting to really understand this concept, and am doing my best to savor these precious moments I have with Ian and Laurel.

At three years of age, Ian's become a philosopher. The night before his birthday, Paul tucks Ian into bed and talks about the fun things that would happen at his party. They discuss that he would no longer be two, that when someone asks, "How old are you?" he should reply with, "I'm three years old!"

Quietly, Ian thinks about this turning three business. He then responds by telling Paul, "Daddy, this is my last chance to be two."

Yes indeed, that's deep thinking!

And now, hold onto your seats, obligatory birthday party pictures:









Ian LOVES opening presents!



























With unblinking eye, Riley watches Ian open a present consisting of clothes. When opportunity presents itself, she tries on a pair of his newly acquired pants.

Awwww, a big hug!

Cousin Allison tries to get Laurel to look at the camera.

This motley crew (our beloved family) is ready for some birthday cake!

The wee ones only have eyes for cake!