The Birthday Boy

When Bardo was two, he thought surely three was the magical age. Throughout his big day he would announce that he was now old enough to join swim team or go to school or stop taking naps, but alas, none of these things have yet come to pass. Nevertheless, Bardo has had a merry birthday celebration. He loved those birthday phone calls. For his birthday dinner, he chose this:
And for his birthday present he got this:
For days after his birthday, he ran around wearing this:
The day after his birthday he kept throwing his ball over the fence so he could visit the neighbor's house. He showed up at their door in his knee pads and helmet.

We also allowed him to do this special birthday activity:
When Pippi said she didn't get to see, we told her to remind us on her birthday, and we would allow her to examine the inner workings of the toilet tank, too.

Over the weekend we had a fun party with good friends. Even Uncle Ivan showed up. The Warlock made gorgonzola burgers, root beer and ordered a cars pinata stuffed with the good stuff. We also have a cake leftovers enough for all the grandmas, grandpas, aunts and uncles who wish they could have been here.

We love you Bardo, and I don't ever want to forget how fun and cute and wonderful you are today.