Happy Birthday Henry

My baby isn't a baby anymore. He's not even a toddler. He's a preschooler.

He still needs to figure out the toilet training on a consistent basis and maybe learn to put his coat on by himself, but overall, he's got the big boy stuff down pat.

He turned 3 yesterday.

However, lo and behold, big boy ended up in our bed in the middle of the night and I woke up cuddling him against me.

I'm going to cherish that while I can. Enjoy him before he hates me. I've heard that comes sooner than you think.

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Brianne said…

Well darnit...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HENRY!!!!!

I had hoped to get a card in the mail to him. :( I knew it was in November but I thought it was late November, closer to your birthday.

Well poop... Wish him a happy belated birthday from his cousin Bri. Although I feel more like an aunt. Can I be a makeshift aunt? 'Cause I won't have any other opportunities.

6:58 AM

Anonymous said…

Happy Birthday, Henry!!

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