Owen is 3!

Owen is officially a three-year old! With all the craziness of the past few weeks, this sure crept up on me. It's hard to believe he is no longer a baby...it seems just like yesterday we were driving to the hospital in a terrible Michigan snowstorm with me gripping the door handle during contractions.

Anywho...

This year he completely understood that it was his birthday as he told everyone he saw today, "I'm the Birffday Boy...I'm Free (Three)".

He started off his day by walking out of his bedroom with his door decorated a la this. When I told Owen it was finally his birthday day, he asked very innocently, "Momma, did Santa leave me a special kiss downstairs for my birffday?" I told him nope, no Santa on your birthday, but there is something special down there.

He found an early birthday present (foot jammies...his absolute favorite kind of pajamas) and a sprinkle doughnut (might as well start the day off right!)

 He told me this morning while wearing a huge smirk on his face, "Momma, now that I'm free, after my nap I'm going off to college". I told him that he's not quite ready for that and Mommas don't come with to college. He quickly replied, "well I want to stay with you so I don't want to anymore". 

Someday O-Bubs.

I tried to have a little photo session with him this afternoon with my trusty assistant Jack. Owen simply was not having it! Jack's creative fart noises to help induce giggles didn't even work...90ish pictures later and this is what most of them look like.

This is the first picture I took and it's the best out of the 90ish.

Owen just wanted his presents, cake, ice cream, candles and for us to sing to him. 

So that is what we gave him.

He is the hardest little bugger to buy presents for because when I ask him what he likes/wants, he always replies with these three things, "a squishy, Captain America, and a Clarinet". There are only so many squishies and Captain Americas a Momma can buy and we told him he needs to be 10 years old to have a Clarinet. I found a few things I thought he might like, although I don't think he cared for any of them. The biggest hit was a huge, frog piggy bank as he is quite obsessed with collecting pennies (and pennies only because that other money is "too big"..."I like small monies Mommy").  Such a funny kiddo he is!

(See, look at that face! Bribing didn't even help!)

Happy Birthday Owen! I love you to the moon and back!