Happy 3rd Birthday Connor!

I am now a mom to a three year old. I don't think I'm ready for this.

Three years ago today, at 7:01 a.m., Connor came into this world crying. This morning, at 7:01 a.m., he must have remembered that moment and decided to repeat it. He was crying about his pacifier, which he hasn't had in quite sometime. I don't know what happened - we know he did something naughty from the loud boom and the crying little brother, but he wouldn't tell us what it was. He decided it would be better to burst into tears himself and cry for his boo-boo. So apparently the "trying threes" actually start on Day One. Hmph.

Connor and his daddy did make it to story time at the library, where he painted a beautiful picture:


Then the two of them surprised me at work with lunch from Panda Express. My sweet, although very picky, boy does eat orange chicken, lo mein noodles, and crab rangoon. But give him a piece of ham and he acts as though it burns like acid.

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The camera battery is dead, so I don't have pictures of the birthday boy today, but here are a few from his party on Saturday. His "Thomas" party:


I'm not naming any names (Keith's mom), but someone thought it would be a great idea to give Connor a bag of balls. ONE HUNDRED BALLS. Balls of all colors which are now strewn about my house.














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