When Benny says it, it sounds more like "freee!" It all means the same thing: my little bear is three. It's fun to have a little boy who now understands birthdays and what they mean (cake and presents). My mom made a caterpillar cake for Benny and he has been enjoying his birthday loot immensely. His friends gave him Cars stuff - Lightning McQueen, Chick Hicks, and Mac. Benny is now in heaven. Other friends gave him books and games. Nana and Papa gave him an assortment of stuff - clothes, a silly sprinkler, and TRACTORS. Benny actually squealed when he opened the tractors. He had to sleep with his tractors and cars last night.
My parents made the drive from Brule on Saturday (with a pit stop in Sterling on Friday night - see more about that here). They are, as always, quite entertaining. We had a wonderful time. Benny does love his grandparents very, very much.
Today we spent the day with Benny. When I asked him what he wanted to do for his birthday, he said he wanted to go to Spinelli's, our neighborhood grocery store, and get a pop. So, that's what we did. I have a feeling we won't get off that easy next year. Benny gave us a third birthday present too: He's peeing AND pooping in the potty. He started last week and hasn't stopped. I'd love to put away the changing table and all of the diapers for awhile, but it seems silly since we'll have to start that all over in about two months :).
Happy birthday, my little bear.