Happy 3rd Birthday Brent!

Our last day in Texas we celebrated Brent's birthday with a family party. Lots of his cousins were able to be there so it was tons of fun. (Everyone who was there: Caden and Noah, Summer and Ben's boys/ Landon and Nathan, Jennie and Phil's boys, Jackson, Spencer, and Kate; Chad and Angie's kids, and of course Taylor.) Grandma Marilyn, Mimmie and Poppie were there with Uncle Curt and Aunt Whitney, Uncle Matt, Aunt Dottie and Garrett. We had it at my moms house and it was a Spider man theme, of course. Brent was in heaven. Since Taylor's party this past summer he has been asking for HIS Spider man party. I would explain that he was the next person in our family to have a birthday, and it would be coming up. But then Grandma Mimi had a birthday and he cried while we sang to her on the phone because he said, "no, my birthday!" It was pretty cute. So he was ready to say the least for HIS Celebration.
We started the party with a few games: pin spider man on the skyscraper; the next game the kids all had spider man masks on and were teamed up with their sibling and had to "web" (with silly string) the villains (Eric and Uncle Ben). Then we did the pinata. We feasted on cupcakes and some little appetizers and treats and then opened presents. It was short and sweet, just long enough for Brent and the kids.
My little guys is getting so big now, it makes me sad. He loves to look at Eric with a thumb up and wink at him and say, "Dad, all boys." He always reminds Taylor and I that we are "gulls" and he and dad are "boys." He is my little mamas boys and loves to give kisses and hugs and always welcomes cuddling. I hope that our new baby in January doesn't rock his world too much, but I think he'll do ok.
In the last few days he's been wearing underwear and is doing really well so far. We will see, he hasn't been ready in the past but Taylor really encourages him when she's home from school and runs with him to the bathroom and coaches him. He loves the attention from her. It would be the best Christmas present for me to have him potty trained before the baby is born.
After he went to the bathroom for the first time the other day, he jumped off and pulled his arm back and said, "YES, I'M A ROCK STAR." It was so hilarious. I have no idea where he got it, but it made us all laugh so hard.



(Brent, just two years ago... my little butter ball)