Happy Birthday, Jamison.

My littlest dude turns three today. He's potty trained. He sleeps in a big boy bed. He's just all grown up now. One of my favorite things about Jamison is how tender he is. Sure, he spends the majority of his days hitting the neighborhood girls with his plastic shovel, but he's so quick to hug them afterward and say sorry.

My other favorite thing is that he can't say his C/K sounds. He replaces them with T sounds. Just like Tweety Bird. "I taught I taw a puddy tat." It's exceptionally funny when it makes him accidentally swear.

Our favorite activity together is to go on Bug Hunts. We get a jar and head out into the field across the way in search of rolly pollies, ladybugs, grasshoppers and whatever else we can find.

Happy Birthday dude. Love you!