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Happy 3rd Birthday, Benjamin!

So yesterday was the big 3! Our little boy is a full-fledged preschooler now! He has been so excited about his birthday and we kicked off the day with breakfast at the beach with Grandma Barbi and the family.


Next was his favorite dinner (pizza of course!), followed by ice cream sundaes and cake...sort of. I discovered a new treat called "cake pops," which are balls of cake fashioned into just about anything you can imagine. These particular ones were made to look like ice cream cones.






Benjamin was blessed with some great gifts, which he took great delight in opening!


Grandpa Jack got Benjamin his very first set of golf clubs.

He was quite excited and can't wait to hit the course!

Benjamin received his very first backpack from Uncle Ray & Aunt Laura.

He had to put it on right away, of course!

High on Benjamin's list was Tow Mater, from the movie "Cars," which Grandma & Grandpa happily provided him with!

High on my list were child-sized utensils so Ben would stop stealing mine! Tongs are his current fave, so Grandma Peggy got his three pair, along with other kitchen items just his size. She also made him his very own Thomas apron and hot pads, which were a hit.

Grandma Kris got our little worker his own wheelbarrow so he can help Daddy in the garden.

Uncle James hooked Benjamin up with a tee-ball set so he can start practicing his batting swing.

Happy Birthday, my love. You are such a joy to be with each and every day and I can't wait to see what this next year brings for you. Love, Mommy.
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