Happy Birthday Si Guy!

Well, my littlest man is three. No more babies here. No more worrying about choking hazard toys. No more adult-proofing for the most part.
No more stroller. No more slings. No more "2 and under are free" for us.

What we do have is a very verbal, cheerful, cunning pre-school aged son. He's a boy who plans ahead, a boy who keeps a hole in the back yard to fill with water whenever he wants mud. He's full of ingenuity. Anything can be a stepladder to reach the bag of cereal he deems his food for the day. He's brave, willing scale any heights for the last cookie.
He's charming, using his swiper tip-toe and huge grin to get himself out of the most messy of scrapes. He's stealthy, able to get outside into any unlocked car at a moment's notice. (My cousin can vouch for that.)
He's able to make anyone laugh. His giggle is contagious. His curiosity is endless. He loves to name things. He likes art, especially water color. His favorite books are Eric Carle and Leo Lionni. He's a good sport, loving balls of all kinds, and usually willing to share with his sisters.
What he is not, is potty trained...but really we're not in any hurry. Because where there's a pull up, there's a cuddly, fat-fisted, huggy baby inside somewhere.... and neither of us is quite willing to let that go.
Happy Birthday Si Guy. May this be the greatest adventure yet.