Birthday plans were a little scattered this year with this new pregnancy and the craziness of daycare and Bailey being in school, so we threw together a party for our boy {almost} at the last minute and took him, his cousins, and a daycare friend to one of his very favorite places on this earth--Chuck E. Cheese.
To say that he had a good time would be the biggest understatement of this century. He spent the majority of his 2-hour party looking like this:
Look at that face. Pure, unrestrained joy. I love that about him. Also, for those not yet in the know, this picture was taken in the Ticket Blaster. It's basically a see-through tube that your kid stands in with goggles on and enough air blasting to send hundreds and hundreds of tickets flying around. The object is to catch as many tickets as possible while they're flying...Gerry caught one, and that was only because it blew into his mouth. He spent the rest of the time in there jumping up and down with the world's most giant smile on his little face. To him, this was magic.
He got to meet Chuck E. Cheese, play all the games, eat pizza and cake and ice cream, and generally have the time of his life. And he did. He was so happy. It was, quite literally, the best birthday he's ever had.
After the Chuck E. party, we had yet another cake for him with family at my parents' house. More sugar, more candles, more fun. Seeing that smile on his face all day long was just incredible.
Which leads me to the meat of this post. My son. I won't post his birth story again {though you're welcome to click that link and read it}, but I'm about to go all sappy mom because it's his birthday and my kids' birthdays always make me sentimental.
At 3 years old, Gerry is crazy. To put it mildly. He's loud and rambunctious and goofy. The second his feet hit the floor in the morning he's on the go and he doesn't stop until he passes out for the night.
His favorite color is blue.
He loves most foods.
Bailey is one of his favorite people in this world. They fight like most siblings do, but he misses her when she's not here and he looks for her when he wakes up in the morning.
Paw Patrol and Mickey mouse are still at the top of his list as far as favorite tv shows and toys to play with.
He LOVES his doggie blanket.
He has less than zero interest in going on the potty.
He loves to run around and be silly.
He absolutely will not smile a normal smile for a picture these days, unless I catch him off guard. Otherwise, we get these goofy faces out of him.
He doesn't hold back his emotions. Any of them. When he's angry, he yells and stomps his feet. When he's happy, he walks around with a big smile on his face that just can't be contained. When he's feeling silly, he lets it all out and runs around with no clothes on.
He loves to make people laugh.
He's a bit of a mama's boy. And I kind of love it.
As wild and crazy as he is, he has a sweet side that not many people have the privilege of seeing. He gives awesome hugs and kisses, and he's been known to ask us if we're okay if and when we "seem" to be in pain or tired or sad.
He's great with babies, but rough with the big kids.
He has one knock-knock joke in his repertoire, and he plays it on repeat. And still thinks it's the funniest joke in the world.
Chick-fil-A is his Mecca.
I love this little boy more than I ever thought I would or could. He's 3 years old now, but he'll always be "my baby" in my eyes. And I can't wait to see what this next year brings him.
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