My baby boy isn't such a baby anymore. He turned three last week and he got his big boy bed and this past weekend we gave him a birthday party and made it more official. He is three years old now. I can barely remember him as a newborn, thank God for pictures. He has gone through a lot in his short life and I love him more than anything. We went to Chuck E Cheese for his party and he had a blast. He played just about every game in there. He climbed all in the playstructure. I wasn't sure we were going to get him back from that. He hardly ate anything cause he was so excited. He ripped through his presents faster than I have seen him do anything in a while. He was so damn cute. We went home and he passed out two minutes into the drive. We played with his new tee-ball set when he got up. The boy is a born pitcher. All in all it was a great day.
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