Elliot is three.

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Elliot's birthday was yesterday so I've been busy celebrating that (and making super-hero capes during naps instead of spring tops) and eating cupcakes.  I wish I could give you a beautiful birthday party spread like Jess complete with diggers but really we just had a few chaotic mornings filled with playing friends, lots of drumset banging and chasing up and down the hall.  Trying to pretend there was any sort of theme besides cupcakes would be misleading.

 one day old
In fact am not sure I can sit down and finish this post (UPDATED: I didn't, had to write it in two tries).  The main problem is that there is so much sugar pulsing through my veins from the massive quantities of cupcakes I've consumed in the last 24 hours that my hands are shaking.  The other problem is that Thing One is supposed to be napping but instead is in his room screaming "NOOOO!" over and over and now Thing Two has woken up too.  At least she's talking calmly to herself.  And I wasted the first half (?) of naptime looking for the pants in this post, which are completely lost and gone forever.  I am certain my Closet Eats Things.  Let's just say this is not the first time, and that I've had my suspicions for some time now.
at one

Anyway, back to the main thing here.  My little tiny baby Elliot is three.  Waaaaaah!  OK, lame I know.  We've all read the "my baby is NINE...bwaaah" and "my baby is TWENTY...waahahaha" posts.  But seriously, it's still hard (and yet wonderful) to watch your baby grow up, even when he's only three. In fact, I remember thinking in the hospital "I can't believe he's already a DAY old!" and at the same time it felt like we had known him forever. 

at two

At three Elliot is just such an exuberant, energetic, hilarious little guy.  He loves to sing at the top of his lungs, dance, drum, yell, count things.  He says all these funny things that only sound really cute to his parents, so I won't type them here.  "M is for FRENCH FRIES!" is one of our favorites though (think about where french fries come from if you don't get it).

 at three
{please do not use pictures of Elliot without permission}

OK, but now Clementine has moved into phase two: crying.  Gotta go.  Have a happy weekend!  I'll be back soon with more on Spring Top Week 2010, specifically: PRIZES!!!