Last night we celebrated.
Another birthday, another reason to party.
Since Shepherd officially turned 3 on Wednesday, we’ve sorta been celebrating for a few days now… a present here, a present there.
He’s heard “Happy Birthday” so many times he sings it to himself now.
I’m good at multi-tasking like that.
He also loves mini-skateboards.
And Thomas the Train.
Basically, anything with wheels.
We think it’s a throwback to his days at the orphanage.
We indulge him, even if it means he learns to do most things one-handed.
He’s learning the weight of words and is constantly surprising me at the things he thinks up.
Often, he’ll come up to my bathroom when I’m getting my makeup on (which is not often enough these days) and he’ll casually start up a conversation.
On this particular day he decided to discuss our newly painted bedroom.
“I like your paint.”
“Why thank you, Shep. You like the color?”
“Yes, mama. I like your paint. Nice paint.”
As I hand them things I’ll say, “thank you” to encourage them to respond politely.
If such words aren’t forthcoming, I’ve been known to withhold whatever it might be they are desiring.
If I’m feeling really ornery, I might even insist they add “I love you, mama” or even possibly “you’re beautiful, mama” to the pot, once they’ve decided to use proper manners.
I know. I’m a sick, sick person.
But some days, after wiping too many noses and hineys, a small person under my authority is going to be the only vessel through which I’m likely to hear such pleasantries.
Coerced or not, I’ll take what I can get.
As I moved from finishing up Shepherd to starting on Jude, Shepherd said, “Mama… you boooo-ful. Not.”
I barely made it out of the room without laughing.
It’s pretty hot.
So far he’s not showing much of an inclination for keeping the beat though, but he’s got a few years yet.
And without the sweet talk.
Happy 3rd Birthday, big boy. We love you so much.
I’d love to hear about your little ones. If you’d like to join in on Sunday snapshot… just grab the button and let me know where to find you and your post!
P.S. Are you watching Orphan Sunday? I’m listening to the Children of the World Choir right now. They’re singing about Jesus. Tears!