birthdays are bittersweet for mommas.
i've spent the greater part of this year wishing this boy would hurry up: from potty-training to staying in bed, so on and so on.
then his birthday happened and all i want to do is smell his baby head. his three year old sweaty little boy head just doesn't do it for me like that precious, precious baby head.
since birth, crosby has delighted us.
he is charming and funny and self-sufficient and affectionate.
he is full of mischief and will not take no for an answer.
he is determined and quick-tempered.
he thought he was five when he was just two.
he idolizes his brother and daddy.
he loves to watch me put on my "make-ups".
he replaces the "sp" sound with an "f" sound, so he eats with a fork and a foon.
he hates to get fankings.
he thinks ghosts are fooky.
he loves to "cook". epecially "smoothies" made of ninja turtles in a salad bowl.
he's a nudist.
he has gorgeous green eyes and his laugh is, and always has been, a growl.
he says, "i wuv you everyone guys!!!", which just means he loves us all.
and we love him back.
happy third birthday, cros man.
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