Three is a magic number. 

I’m not talking about the number of strands of grey hair that are waiting to be uncovered because I have three kids. (There I said it!) 

Today, Luke turns the big three. And I begin to realize my little boy isn’t going to be little forever.(Woohoo in a decade and a half, he gets to have a say in the fine political mess we have in this country.) 

I know the third birthday isn’t as celebrated as the first but so much has changed since his first birthday.  (And I mean besides Luke no longer eating pasta.)  

Snapped a photo of him this morning when he first woke up.  (Yes, he still says “No photos please.”) 

Hope to post the birthday photo after I cram three days of work into about four hours. Yes folks, it’s time to play “See Victoria Work Fast” – and from home! (This should be interesting.) 

After I put together all the product lists for the entire month of May, we pick up his sister from school and head to Brooklyn for a birthday party in the park for his friend who shares the same birthday. 

Happy Birthday Luke.

My little boy with cadet blue eyes, smiles for everyone he meets, a love for grilled cheese sandwiches and apple sauce and an unexplained contempt for meat.

I love you, love you, love you.

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My sister came to visit yesterday.

We seriously are opposites.

(Why did I feel the need to say that?)

Except we can both live without Sasson in our food.

(Bad, bad Boricuas.)

My niece and nephew came along because Natalie is on Spring Break.

Since Elena turns five on Friday we went to Make.

(It used to be owned by the blogger behind Our Name is Mud.)

*Doesn’t that make you think of that Primus song?

And the girls painted dinosaurs.

(Natalie on the left. Her dinosaur will be red and brown)

Then we ate at Big Daddys where my sister fell in love with a Purple Frozen Black Cow.

And the guy all the way in the back of the photo.

(Ari – you didn’t just read that.)

Speaking of guys, we both agreed its nice to be in New York in the Spring.

I’m not supposed to talk about guys.

So….

Onto our walk for dessert…

We bought cookie dough and Creamsicles.

And watched the 150 hot firemen put out a fire.

New topic… new topic.

We pretty much did everything to try to forget she got a $115 parking ticket earlier in the day.

(It must really suck to be 9 minutes late to move your car.)

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A sister can be seen as someone who is both ourselves and very much not ourselves - a special kind of double.  ~Toni Morrison

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