Can it Be the J-Dog's Three?

We celebrated the little J-dog's birthday this past weekend - he is three years old now and feels very strongly about things. Don't try to correct him, for example, when he insists that the Senior Transport vehicle in the next lane over is a SkooBus, or that those weeds in the median are not DayfaDales.

Things our newly minted three-year-old enjoys: talking to himself, singing at the top of his lungs, tormenting his sister, headbutting stuff, and being sinfully cute.



The V-meister was more excited about J-dog's birthday than the J-dog himself. She made him a gift back in early March and had it hidden in her closet all this time. It was so long ago, that I thought she'd forget all about it fo' sho, but on the big day, she ran excitedly up to her room and came down proudly bearing a cardboard box with a hand drawn card taped to the top. Inside, wrapped in a baby blanket, was an eyeball creature constructed from Kid Kinex pieces.


V-meister, helping to open the gift.

The J-dog was thrilled. He loves eyeballs. And it was heartwarming to see the V-meister display such tenderness toward her little brother. She's a good kid.


The bequeathing of Eyeball Creature. This picture doesn't quite capture the thrill.


Not sure what's going on in this one. An appendage re-insertion of some sort?

J-dog got a little stressed out when presented with his lit birthday cake, but was more than happy to eat it once all the singing/wishing/blowing formalities had been dispensed with. He is pictured here with his cake and best friend:


"OMGWTF"

One of his other birthday presents was a set of musical hand bells (if you are thinking of purchasing some for the three-year-old in your life, might I suggest that you not?) Although they are not being employed to make beautiful music, they do have some good uses.

Whenever I start obsessing about swine flu, the P-Dawg jangles the G chime directly into my ear. He's also taken to using bell therapy when one of the kids doesn't immediately respond to a request. You'd be surprised how hard it is to stay focused on despair or dawdle at bedtime when someone is all up in your face with a hand bell. And for what it's worth, the P-Dawg has told me it's not a pandemic until he says so.

Hell's Bells


P.S. I noticed that someone from Flippin, Arkansas visited my blog yesterday! I LOVE flippin' Arkansas!!!