Today our oldest turns three. That sounds so old to me. I can still vividly recall being pregnant with him and now he's talking like he's 40. The amount of changes that occur at this stage of life are remarkable. This morning, as his birthday present to us, Addison informed us that he needed to go potty. Our baby is growing up. This morning after seeing the Thomas cake I'd made him, he wanted it for breakfast. The compromise was singing Happy Birthday at lunch and getting a piece then. Presents and Pizza Hut will follow later, and this afternoon during his nap I'm going to pick up a balloon bouquet to surprise him when he wakes up. Happy Birthday, Addison! We love you so much and are so proud of the bright, passionate, outgoing little boy you are!