The post where I'm glad I have another little one on the way, because Gavin is not a baby anymore. He's 3.

Gavin's birthday week began with the annual Birthday Date with Mommy & Daddy

Destination: Johnny Rockets (because of the free balloons)

This is one of our favorite, favorite traditions with our kids.

One-on-One time: check.

Cheerful kid: check.

"This is definitely my special day" feelings: check.

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On his actual birthday, we had a quiet family dinner with his favorite food and one little buddy from church. (oops, no picture of the friend!)

He requested a Toy Story cake; more specifically, a Sheriff Woody cake, so I improvised with what I could find at home. (That's just a cut-out of Woody from an extra party plate.)

Gift time!

(I don't know what I was doing with my camera settings, but oh well. I still got some cute shots of Big Boy.)

Happy Birthday, Gavin!

We love you so much and you are such a firecracker in our family.

I feel that I must record all of Gavin's nicknames. We are definitely a nick-name family, but somehow this poor child has a ridiculous amount:

Gavey-Goo

Gavely-Goo

Goo goo

Goose

Goosie

Bunny

Bunny Face

then there's Bunner Facer (??)

Lovey-Bunny-Face

Hunny Bunny

(I know, I know...)

Big Boy

G-Boy

And the name Trevor came up with:

Bollychase

(????)

Maybe it needs a more ethnic spelling:

Bali Chez'

Then he created a similar one with

Booshaleb

Either way--what?

Here's to you Gavin, and here's to hoping we don't call you these for the rest of your life.

*I'm remembering this poem I wrote for the Goosie when he turned one, and I still love it.