1. 2. 3.

One week ago, I turned 3.

YEAH!!

I waited and waited… and then it was my turn to have:

When I got up out of bed, I saw this:

I said, “WOW!”

Then I helped my mom frost some Cupcakes to share with my friends.

I invited them to play with me at Rock Creek.  My mom brought along cupcakes.

She also took some “SWEET”  pictures of me.

Do you remember how much I love balloons?

I have been waiting a long time for this day.

I got Mac for my birthday.  He is my buddy.  He is my friend.

My mom says that she doesn’t want me to be three.  I told her, “I am older now.”

I did something that was very fitting for a 3 year old today.  I threw a tantrum.

I decided that I didn’t want the birthday cookie that I had picked out months earlier.  One hour before my big dinner I decided to switch things up for my mom.  I think it is a good idea to keep her on  her toes.

I cried and cried until she agreed to make me a Mac cake.

She must really love me, because she did just that.

She even had to go to the store for eggs.

I was so happy when I saw it.

What do you think?

I was thought it was so special.  She said, “Isaac, I like to freeze my cakes before I frost them.”  Whatever that means.

My mom was grateful that I was happy.  She said, “You can have whatever you want, it is your birthday.  Tomorrow will be a different story.”

I picked Chicken Nuggets, french fries and ketchup for my special dinner.

Then I opened the one and only gift that had not be opened already.

I was more impressed with the Pez dispenser that my mom put on the top of the present.    

I ended the night by making a wish and…

waking up the next morning asking if I could do it all again.