Happy birthday, dear Amiri

Birthdays mean balloons.  Apparently they play a Balloon Game at school, which readily transitions to home use.

Amiri decimated his Fish Market dinner (on our picnic towel).  He'd asked for pizza a few days ago, but this afternoon was quite adamant that Schutz Mommie was what he wanted.  Birthday boy gets to pick, so daddy got it for him.  After that came the birthday cake.

He was quite entranced with the flames, and liked counting the candles.

He blew them all out like a champ.  Surely he got his wish.

 

Then he got three presents from mom and dad:  Go-Fish cards, a Sponge Bob pencil, and a wooden alligator. 

Happy birthday, three year old!  Thanks for making me a mom.