On Wednesday, Lyle turned 3. I know everyone says it, but I can’t believe it’s already been 3 years. When we decided to have a baby, that’s all I really thought about…having a BABY. I did not think about what it might be like to have a little boy, a 3-year-old who goes to camp and loves the color yellow and plays with trains and has (strong) preferences for what foods he eats. Probably because I just didn’t know what it might be like–I had no idea how life with a 3-year-old worked.
When I picked him up from camp after lunch on his birthday, I took him to a cupcake boutique in Montrose to celebrate. He picked out a cupcake with green frosting and sprinkles, and after he ate all the icing off, he asked for my icing. (Which I still hadn’t touched, because I was too busy taking pictures of him.) I hate icing, so I scooped the icing off mine and plopped it on top of his cupcake, and he ate that, too. He thought the visit to the cupcake store was a great way to celebrate. I did too.
