Well, it happened. He's three now.
I don't think he can quite believe it either.
It is kind of a lot to handle.
We never figured out what "pirate treasure" was, but in between the day in the backyard with family and friends, the bubble machine, water table, endless watermelon slices, barbecue chicken and corn on the cob and rolls (ROLLS!) and a ton of superhero and dinosaur-related gifts, he never asked about it.
He did ask for his birthday A LOT, however, from the moment he woke up until this moment right here. Where's my birthday? I want my birthday.
"My birthday" = a cupcake. Naturally.
He skipped his nap. He spent all day outside, running, jumping, shooting water guns, chasing bubbles, hitting whiffle balls, and trying to climb his first tree.
I'm just surprised he managed to stay awake and not faceplant right into his birthday.
But no, he powered through pretty admirably. He liked his birthday a lot, he said.
I did too. I liked this whole year a lot, actually. Still-and-Always Baby Ike, you're a wonderfully awesome, great big kid.
Music: When Can I See You Again, by Owl City (from Ike's all-time favorite movie and soundtrack: Wreck-It Ralph)