T is Three!

My little Trevor is 3!  When Brynlee got him out of his crib* the morning of his birthday, she said "Hey birthday boy" and his reply was "I not birthday boy, I Trevor".  That's Brynlee's favorite thing to do...well, getting him out of his bed for one but also calling him something to which he replies, "I not _______, I Trevor".  It all started a month or so ago when he was "clunking" around in his shoes and Brynlee said "Trevor, you are clunky" and his response was...well, you know.  She also bugged him all day asking him how old he was.  It was a hard concept for him to understand that all of a sudden, he wakes up and is now three.  Finally, by the end of the day his first response was "I three!" 

*[Side note: yes, he is still in his crib...way longer than any of my other kids but of course, that's because I had another baby by this point in time with the others!]

I wonder if three will become his new favorite number.  Whenever Trevor sees two of something, he says "there's two ______"...usually the blank is filled in with some sort of bird or animal.  He never says the quantity unless there are two of the object.  Interesting.

This is right after I finished adding the fondant cutouts to the *yes, I'll admit it* store-bought cake.  It was a busy day, and I knew I would not get a cake baked so I snatched this one at Walmart.  I had planned on putting a bird on the cake (Trevor and I googled "bird cakes" to find what he wanted) and I thought the chocolate drizzle might look like one we saw that had a tree on it.  Well, not so much but all he cared about was that there was a bird on his cake.  When I showed it to him, he said "My bird cake!  Sing Happy Birthday to me?"

Opening presents...

If you haven't guessed yet, Trevor is slightly passionate about birds.  This one didn't leave his sight all night...even making it as the toy of choice to sleep with.

This photo is just priceless and captures Trevor to a "T" (no pun intended!)  He has such an excitement for everything.  It is contagious and makes everyone around him smile.  Love him.

Did I say he had an excitement for everything?  Sorry, everything except Santa...

We had a surprise visitor just as we were finishing up cake and ice cream.  This was as close as I could get and really that was pushing it.  Poor thing...

Right after Santa was gone, he was back to his chatty, happy self.  It was strike two for Santa in Trevor's book this year.  Maybe next year he'll warm up to him!

Happy Birthday, Trevor!