Pee Pee in the Potty Party

In case you haven't noticed. I like having parties. I really really do.

Mostly I love having the kids run around screaming and making a mess. While we adults pretend that we are there for the kids and we sit around eating like pigs and talking shit.

And that is what happened today. And I loved it.

David was so excited all day about his party. About his pinata. About all of his friends. And mostly about being a big boy and wearing chonies! No more diapers!

I keep looking at him today. And I know it is lame. He is already 3 and a half. But today he looks bigger. He looks older. He is growing out of his baby face and looking more like a little boy.

He is the one who keeps me giggling. He keeps me on my toes the most. He is the one that I have to be very careful to how I say no. He is the bigges tantrum thrower of the three. He is the one who will go up to a complete stranger and start a conversation. He is the kid who tells stories already, true or not true. He loves bad guys. He loves swords. He loves cops.

His favorite song is "Big Butts" ask anyone. Ask him, he will sing it for you. He yells "Double D's" all of the time. I have no idea where he got it.

He has crazy hair that sticks up all on it's own. He has to kiss you lots, regular kisses, monkey kisses, eskimo kisses and flower kisses under the glasses. He has to give them to Tony that way in order two times before he can leave for work every morning. They are wet and slobbery and wonderful. Perfection.