Brennen's 3rd Birthday

Today is Brennen's birthday. He is now a whopping three years old. I can remember the day he was born, but not like it was yesterday. There have been a lot of days in between then and now, some good and some not so good. Brennen has taught me that having a son is so very different from having a daughter. He has taught me that it is possible to be infuriated inside about certain behavior and at the same time wonder in your head, "How did he get so cute?" Having Brennen has made me appreciate adjustable waistbands, baseball caps that cover a bad curly hair day, and the fascinating process of getting the trash inside the garbage truck. He constantly amazes me as he flies around with one leg straight out on his Razor scooter.

Lately he has been impulsively declaring, "I wuv you, Mommy!" for no apparent reason and I wuv that. This year has been The Year of the Train and his obsession with his train table is impressive. Since Christmas Day of last year, he has played with his cars and trains on that table every single day. The Polar Express was also an obsession and he must have watched that movie one million times. We even had a Polar Express train birthday party this year to commemorate his devotion to this classic tale.

More than anything else, Brennen has made me laugh, smile, giggle, and beam more than ever before this year. He has also made me cry, yell, frown, and sigh many times as well, but I'll just focus on the positive. And one thing I am positive about: I love my Brennen boy.