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I think I’m turning into a morning person. Here’s a hand. You can pick yourself up off the floor now. Ok, “morning person” may be a bit of a stretch, but I don’t hate them like I used to. Well, not after I’m up. My alarm clock still has lingering self-esteem issues from the glowering looks, wallops on the snooze button, and muttered words that aren’t complimentary. Nothing a little therapy can’t remedy.<\/span>
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Mornings in May are just beautiful. I love watching the sun … a red ball rising quickly above the tree line, burning through the white mist and drying the dew. I love hearing the birds singing through open windows, the cool of a house left open overnight. Most of all, I love the quietness. It’s just something about mornings in the summer. It feels different than mornings in the winter. Expectant, maybe. Because nearly every day in summer holds the possibility of so many wonderful things!<\/span>
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Saturday was one of those wonderful things! Liam celebrated birthday number three! He is usually a very light sleeper and pops out of bed before I wish he would. Saturday he was sleepy and it was beyond adorable seeing him squint and rub his eyes and sit up drunken with sleep. “Happy Birthday, Liam! Did you know today is your happy birthday?” He just smiled, rubbed his eyes and said, “and I can have cake.” Cake was THE most important part of his birthday this year. I think because he remembered Adam’s birthday cake and loved the candles. And thankfully, I finally found a cake option as opposed to last year!<\/a><\/span>

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In a rare fit of happy fun, we took the entire Saturday off and had fun. No, neither David or I had fever. And yes, we did restrain ourselves and did not go get a load of mulch Friday night to unload at six in the morning like we talked about. Sometimes I am afraid the boys will grow up and say, all Dad and Mom did was work. All the time. This is the part of building your own house that you do not expect. That you just never seem to get done … and instead of maintenance, you are forever falling behind because you are still tackling the undone projects. There are still a few big things, but I think we are down to one major final frontier so maybe, maybe in a few years, we’ll be able to do things like this a little more regularly. Because days like this really feel like living! <\/span>
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David borrowed a boat from a friend and we were off to fish! I felt so spoiled and luxiourious! I don’t have a fishing license and was afraid this might be the only time I’d use it this year so it didn’t feel worth the money to buy one, but I was kept quite busy anyway …. Baiting hooks, helping Liam cast his line, getting my and Adam’s hooks back out of the trees, and soaking up the sun. Adam is getting more adept at casting and as long as we’re on shore so that he has enough space, he can run solo. In the tight quarters of the boat it was a bit trickier, but he did well most of the time. And he caught one fish! I was much more proud of his incredibly good attitude than I was of the fish he caught or his great casts. He has a really competitive drive that can quickly suck the fun out of an outing for him and for us. This time instead of whining about not catching more and saying it’s not fun he said several times, “I hope I can catch another one.” “I’m glad I at least caught one fish.” “This is so much fun!” and most shocking of all, “Daddy, I hope you can catch another fish!” when David had already caught six to his one!!<\/span><\/p>\n

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Liam didn’t catch any, but for quite awhile he thought he did! Every time he’d reel his line in he’d say, “Oh, there’s a wittle one.” And finally I realized he wasn’t pretending, he thought the minnow was his catch!<\/span>

It was hard to leave. The lake was so quiet and peaceful, not to mention the allure of that one more elusive fish. Liam’s belly pain helped us decide it really was time to go home. As we drove home, I told David it reminds me of when we were little girls and rarely, rarely had treats. Seriously, a piece of gum was enough to make our eyes sparkle. Sometimes on those hot summer days we would look over into the next car at a traffic light and see someone licking an ice cream cone. We would gaze unabashedly and talk about how good it looked and how much we wished we’d have one. I clearly remember one special day when WE got ice cream cones and we asked mom, “Do you think the other people are looking into our car windows and wishing they could have an ice cream cone?” Well, I had that same feeling Saturday. How many times have I seen a boat head out on a gorgeous Saturday and wished longingly …. Now it was me, riding along in front of the boat and feeling sorry for all the people who had to miss out on one of the best days of the year!<\/span>

We got home a little after four and I had absolutely nothing done for Liam’s birthday. Nothing. Supper was supposed to be at 5:30 and then it stretched to 6 and finally happened at 6:45. I wasn’t even sure what I was going to do with his cake until we got out of the boat and he said he wants a boat for his cake. Simple enough. We had fish tacos with extra guacamole, fresh salsa, and chips. Lucky for me it is actually cheaper to buy ready made fresh salsa and guacamole at Sam’s Club then it is to make it. What is up with avocados costing $2 a piece the last while?<\/span><\/p>\n

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Liam’s grandparents were here except Grandpa Beachy who is in Kenya. When I woke Liam in the morning I told him all about the day including who would be here for his party. He loves his Grandpa Beachy so I was surprised he didn’t say more about him not being there. As we started down the road he said (in a very pouty voice) “My birfday is in Tenya.” I turned around and saw his angry face and said, “Are you feeling sad that Grandpa can’t be at your birthday party tonight?” Vigorous head nod. “I HATE Tenya.”<\/span><\/p>\n

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Liam is my favorite age ever now. I love, love, love three year olds. I love how independent and grown up they are while still keeping enough residual babyhood to be absolutely adorable. I love hearing them talk. I love that they are potty trained but still little enough to make their miniature clothes look so cute. I love that he tries to do every grown up thing he sees Adam do, but when he’s had a bath, his feet are still tiny enough to make me want to kiss them just like I did when he was a baby. Sometime this year, that urge is going to leave and then I will know he is grown up for real. But for now, he is my perfect little three year old, charming me with his sweetness, trying to make me laugh when he was naughty (little stinker), and melting my heart with his kisses.<\/span>

Happy Birthday, sugar potato.
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