Today my baby turns 3 years old. I never thought I would be one of those moms who had trouble with their child getting older...I mean it happens. It happened to my mom, me, my husband....and now my baby. Breathe.
Ok...I'm done. I have a 3 year old. Happy Birthday to my Monster, my Tornado, my May-May, my Buddy, my Carl (and then he will proceed to say "no Mason!"), and my Scottie Don't.
I hope my Mason Scott has a great day today and a fun mini-party tomorrow.
Also I know
two some of you are waiting for the rest of my birth story. That is coming on Monday, don't worry. If there is one thing that you can count on me to do it's procrastinate.
Watching mom get her hair did.