three

Three, three, my baby is 3!!!!

Three is a big deal.  Very independent, you know.

Summer is his absolute best friend and they fight and play and fight like siblings.  In fact, yesterday simon walked over an pushed her for no reason and she would cry and then she'd push back and he would cry.  Back and forth they go until we decide to intervene. But when we went to the beach together the other day he saw her car and started yelling, "Summer, it's me! It's me SIMON!"

Simon is my food buddy.  He will totally eat and drink weird things my family refuses. Like V8, for example.  He calls it tomato drink and will grab a can for me to open and then chug like half of it.  The other half usually ends up on upholstery or crazy thick shag rug.  Ok, not always, that only happened twice.

Speaking of shag rugs, when Sophie was babysitting the other day she called and said that simon had pooped on the big rug in the family room.  WHAT??  Doesn't this boy remember he is potty trained?!?!

He (finally) loves to go to 'HURSERY' at church, he loves diego, he loves having penny paint his toes. He loves to color and draw faces   He is a busy, busy boy.

WE LOVE YOU SIMON!!!  

Happy Birthday
XOXOXO

Loot from Party City. Penny and Simon went crazy in that place!!!
and then i handed the basket to the lady at the checkout and said, "we're leaving this here."  Sorry, party city!!