Turning three

This year was like the last, and the next, and for as long as I can keep this going. I spent hours blowing up balloons on the eve of your birthday, flooding your bedroom floor with color, all so that you would wake up to a fun surprise and start your day off great. Asher starting whining at 8am on the dot, as per usual. Momma and daddy hustled down stairs in hopes to catch your surprised little face at the wonderful sight of birthday awesomeness. Turns out, baby Asher whines are not enough to wake you up. Neither was a kiss from momma, a shake from daddy, rubbing your back and whispering in your ear, tugging on you begging you to get up. At this point, you were too tired to roll in the direction to see your balloons, I decided to give Asher a shot at it. He c,imbed all over you, even sat on your head. You eventually rolled over, and it was well worth it. You rolled right out of your bed in to the pillowy goodness, and spent the next half hour kicking those balloons with all the excitement a momma wants for her child on their birthday.

Because it was your special day, we did special things. Streamers covered all of our walls, and dinosaurs were strung around, since dinosaurs make you happy. You ate pancakes for breakfast, and got all the orange juice you could handle for one sitting.you even got to eat on the "you are special" plate, because you are.

Since your birthday fell on a Sunday this year, we spent a good amount of the day at church. You cried When we made you go to sacrament Before nursery, and You cried when it was time to leave. We only got you out of that church by telling you that your cousins were coming over that night.

Your small party consisted of you cousins, Emmy, jake, mana, David, Steffy, grandma and grandpa. By the time they arrived you didn't need your dessert bar or your gifts, you seemed pretty thrilled that our tiny living room was so full of people paying attention to you. We had cupcakes, and ice cream, and cookies. Your favorite part, bar none, was the lemonade. Everything sugary and sweet just like you would always have it if you had the choice.

When it came time to open present Gavin was pretty stoked. He knelt beside you and anxiously waited for you to tear open every gift, and when you didn't do it fast enough, he gladly did it for you. Great team work. You were quite spoiled this year, your family sure love you!

You played outside until it was dark, and your little body was very ready for bed. Minutes after laying you down, you were sleeping. It was a perfect birthday for the boy that insisted he was not three today.