Elliott had his third birthday. I have to say I am a little bit glad this time to be out of the twos, although I would still say that it is my favorite age for all the "stuff" happening developmentally--the emergence of language and independence and so much personality are super fascinating to me. Except when, you know, "so much personality" takes a turn for the exhausting.
And so it was a day to celebrate, and so we did:
Lots of little, lovely moments over the course of a birthday week. There was Eton Mess and birdhouse painting, singing and candles-in-brownies. This sweet boy surprises me over and over with a gentleness that balances his exuberance and a sense of humor that keeps us all smiling. Happy birthday, Elliott.