My little buddy boy turned three yesterday. He kicked off the festivities by biting his sister first thing in the morning, ensuring that the day could only go up from there.
We had a very small family gathering and he was perplexed when he ripped open a gift and saw a label maker box. I mean, what kid doesn't want to look professional?
His "big gift" from us was a little scooter which he took to like a fish to water. Wavey got a little jealous of all the wheel-around fun, so we dusted off her bike from last summer to play with...
...and realized that we need to go bike shopping again soon.
Reminds me of a circus bear on a little bike.