Last Friday, our little boy turned 3 years old. The day before his birthday, I brought cupcakes to his daycare. They all sang him happy birthday and he got to sit in the special birthday boy spot.
My parents drove up for the weekend, and Piglet got to have a special day, just him and Gramma. They took his new red wagon from my MIL and spent the day at the park. I love that they got to have quality one on one time together.
Saturday was the big birthday party. We were supposed to have it at the park across the street, but we got rained out. So we switched gears and moved the party to our house.
I was secretly excited because it’s the first time we’ve had company since moving. It was cozy, but the layout of our new place was perfect for guests. Piglet had a great time with his friends. He only had a couple of threenager meltdowns, and luckily they were over quickly. My parents, older brother, youngest brother, and my aunt all came. We had all of Piglet’s friends there too, except for Adventure Family who couldn’t make it.
It was a very fun day for our special little boy. I am still reeling over his age. How is he already three? Three so far has been a big challenge, but for all the whining and tantrums, there are also so many heart melting sweet moments, like how he races over for “huggies and kissies” and when he spontaneously tells us he loves us.
Happy birthday, wild Wyatt. 3 years ago you made our family complete. We are so lucky to be your parents. You are such a silly, kind, intelligent and happy little boy. You are most definitely our sunshine. We love you to the moon and back!