We had fun celebrating the birthday boy with a fun swim party, cake, presents, friends and family. We then got to celebrate our favorite dads the next day. It made for a very celebratory weekend.
So...being three...did you know that this comes with the ability for all sorts of new adventures?
What kind, you ask.
Well, when the sky brings rain and your yard has dirt, and the three-year-old of the house asks to play in the mud, surprisingly, the mom says yes.
I know, I was kinda shocked too. But, hey, it's just laundry and bath time. And the smiles and the laughs were well worth it!
And, without further ado, O'Bear and Mommy present, "Mudding--An Ode to Being Three."
Feeling it out with Chuck...
Hey, this is pretty sweet. Cold and squishy!
Stomp! Splash! Stomp!
It's so squishy!!
The event concluded with a ceremonial hose-off followed by a warm bath. The three-year-old went back for an encore before we left to get dinner. The encore was sadly met with motherly opposition for the performer, and a strong reprimand was given. It seems old-fart adults need to be mentally prepared for these events.