Mr G is 3

I love that one day you're a pirate and the next you're a rock star.
I love that you really believe the other pirates may come and steal the treasure you buried in the sandpit.
I love that some days you wake up and believe you are a puppy.
I love that you think you are a knight and I am your horse.
I love your 7am daring sea rescues, saving your sister from the sharks on the stairs.
I love hiding under a blanket with you, from monsters, on a wet weekday afternoon.
I love that if I say 'You're gorgeous' you say 'No Mummy, I G!'
I love that you're spirited, rebellious, determined.
I love that you say bumpits for crumpets.

Happy 3rd Birthday Mr G!

Silent *ahem* Sunday

Sorry it's late Mrs Mocha Beanie, the two year old ate my homework.  The linky is closed :(

Maybe next week...

Mr G is Two

 

There are two wonderful years crammed into that space.  I love you Mr G.  Our Mountain Goat.  Little Am Dram.  Happy Second Birthday!

Two years ago today we were crying with relief when the consultant said I had no option but a c section. At long last we were going to meet you.  My little boy.  So tiny next to your big sister.  A little frog on Daddy's chest, you slept through most of 2008.

One year ago today you took your first step, at Centre Parcs. You to hit the milestone on your birthday and I missed it. 

Since then you have found words, cars, trains, kisses, cuddles, climbing, keeping up with the big kids, not sharing, singing, dancing, television, 'reading', knives and forks, digging, sliding, climbing, swinging, shouting, tickling, making friends, playdough, scribbling, painting, mixing, bags, aeroplanes, yes, no and a very special bear.

Today, who knows, but I know would like one of your 'isses and cuggles' please.