DSC_0598 Milo turned three! We had a fun party with friends, family, and neighbors at the house with cupcakes and balloons. It warms me to live in a place where most of his guests are able to walk over. He felt special and loved. I know three is the last age of babydom.  Three is my least favorite age because there are so many mental and physical transitions to go through. They become more coordinated and have a big vocabulary boost. But they also have potty training and still not as much coordination and vocabulary as they would like. Milo was such a sweet little baby and he is still such a sweet little toddler. He's smart and patient and self aware at a level that is so enjoyable to parent. He is boisterous and vivacious in comfortable company and a quiet little lap lump in new environments. He relies heavily on Lucy, but she enjoys his friendship. I can take him anywhere thanks to his dependable calmness. He is interested in everything. He'll happily sit at a restaurant table for an hour or walk an art museum with little complaint. He is not the rough and tumble boy full of wrestles and raucous, but more of a contemplative boy who is observant and funny. He fits right in. I love him more than anything. DSC_0606 DSC_0615 DSC_0617 DSC_0621 DSC_0625 DSC_0628 DSC_0641 DSC_0645 DSC_0648 DSC_0652 DSC_0662 DSC_0668 DSC_0672 DSC_0675 DSC_0679 DSC_0688