And Today, You Are Three.

Wednesday night...
Finn:  Mama, I don't WANNA be that number.
Me:  What number?
Finn: *attempts to hold up three fingers*  I wanna be two. *holds up two fingers easily*
Me:  It'll be ok Finna.
Finn:  But, I'm still two?
Me:  Yes, until Friday.  I might just want you to stay a baby forever. 
Finn:  Mama, I'm not a baby, I'm a kid.

And there you have it.  He's a kid.

I blinked and three years have passed.  Really.  People tell you it flies by and you don't believe it until it happens to you.

He is becoming his own person.

This baby that we struggled to have, he is making jokes and tossing his head back in exaggerated laughter.  Because in his own mind, he is hilarious.  He is a legend of hilarity like his Bakka. 

{Yes, he calls my dad the spanish word for cow, only in spanish it is spelled vaca.  I find this completely amusing.}

Most days, he is also Lightening McQueen.  Including, but not limited to: car noises, losing a tire {shoe} at inopportune times aaaaand the shaking involved being without a tire, wearing 'racing' socks, bumping cars {people} out of the way, and yelling KaCHOW with a Chicka-BOW at the end. 

We have put him on a strict {only once a week} Cars detox program.  It's not helping much.

He amazes us daily with things he is learning

He is frustrating and maddening and crazy.  The tantrums are epic.

He also makes me smile daily.  And the capacity in my heart for love has grown exponentially.  I can not imagine our world without him in it.

Happy Birthday my sweet Finnegan James.