It is amazing what a year provides; neighbors' kids lining up for a picture without crying and legs just long enough to climb the steps to each house (no bottle necks this year). Halloween, a gorgeous fall night, where we were embraced with lots of giggling and running to the next candy stop to scream 'trick-or-treat'. The most precious sound we heard though was a soft 'thank you' (Ambrose even told us when he needed to go back up a set of stairs in order to say 'thank you', wow).
My bud, Ambrose turned three this weekend. Or as someone at church poignantly expressed to me, that now I'm three years older. Thanks.
We held a 'recycling' theme birthday party for Ambrose, complete with a 'recycle' hunt, cake and plenty of playground time. According to Ambrose the best part 'was eating the cake'.
Ambrose wished for one thing for his birthday, a wheelbarrow. Our worker bee was in full motion earlier this afternoon; our front lawn spic and span of any leaves. Damian and I joked that we could have walked inside and stood at the front window watching while Ambrose did all the work; so intensely involved using his wheelbarrow (how many more years can we say this?)
This was a very busy weekend for Ambrose but focusing for a moment on my other bud . . . Blaise, doing such a great job sitting up on his own at almost 9 months.
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