Like all of parents of children who have birthdays, I can't believe it but Sebastian is three. He holds up five fingers to proudly show off that he knows how old he is ... "free." Indeed.
I thought all little boys were as mischievous as Sebastian until Theo came along and just didn't have the same penchant for getting into everything messy and sticky and oily and shampoo-y and makeup-y all the time. If Sebastian is awake and he is quiet for more than 1.3 minutes I know, without a doubt, that we are going to be cleaning some sort of catastrophic afternoon ruining mess up together. He always justifies his mischief by claiming that he just wanted, "to party" which bodes very well for his teenage future.
Yes, Sebastian might be a special breed of trouble but he has the sweetest temperament. We were out running errands, just the two of us, this weekend and even though he is in the refuses-to-hold-moms-hand stage of his life he was sure to rush to open the driver's side door for me as we approached the van in every parking lot stop. He always slyly kisses my hand goodbye at school because he hasn't outgrown public displays of parental affection completely but he doesn't like to be showy about it. And he's always so eager to help Julia when she is in the throes of a meltdown and can be snapped out of almost any bad mood if he catches Phoebe smiling in his direction.
We celebrated his birthday this weekend with my brothers. Train cake and all ...
He had picked out many train shaped cakes that he Googled (with my help) and was not so interested in a cake with toy trains on top with Kit Kat tracks but in the moment he seemed pleased ...
And tonight we will celebrate with some mini red velvet cupcakes a la grocery store.
We like, we like to party.
Happy Birthday, sweet Sebastian! I'm so excited to embark on the final chapter of your potty training adventure together, it's going to be good. I know it. ;)