Fisher turned three last month in a truly boyish construction-themed celebration. He was even kidnapped for breakfast in a backhoe! (which he was too afraid to ride in, surprisingly enough) All day long, he knew that the fuss and hoopla was all for him and he revelled in the attention and special treatment. His one request was to play on the Carl's Jr. playground, which we did. We topped the night off with a lot of presents, a yummy carrot cake, and a lot of wonderfully supportive family and friends.That night he handed over the binky for good--yeah! And it went so much better than I anticipated. And this week, we are in the throes of potty-training, which is also going much better than I ever expected. Maybe three is our magic number. How I love my little man!
