Three. Tres. Trois.

No matter how you phrase it, my baby is three now. I suppose he’s not really a baby any more. And really, he’s not even a toddler. Amazing how fast the years have gone. It’s been an interesting ride for all of us; we’ve had our ups, we’ve had our downs, and we’re still finding our way through the maze that is a parent-child relationship. But we’re getting there. And we have an adorable fireman to lead us to safety. :)

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