We passed through the threshold of a notable milestone yesterday. And I’m not just referring to August turning three, but also, the graduation of the family’s last remaining child of two.
We now have three full-fledged kids. No toddlers. No terribles.
August’s birthday began just as every birthday morning does here in the barn: with a clue-laden treasure hunt that points to the first present of the day.
Because August is still in the pre-literate stage, his clues were of the picture-only variety.
One clue led to another led to another. Some of them were found in unexpected places.
And some were downright confounding. If only August’s mother were a better illustrator. The little man enlisted help from the only slightly bigger man.
Together they determined that this clue…
…led to this one.
There were thrilling moments of discovery.
And puzzling moments requiring input from the full cadre of available siblings.
But eventually the trail led August to the final prize.
The next challenge was unwrapping it, a thing that August has not yet fully mastered.
Fifteen minutes later, we were treated to a glimpse of the contents.
If you do not know, August loves Mickey. He also loves waffles.
It stands to reason that the intersection of two great things makes for a happy boy. (Thank you Grandpa John and Grandma Judy!)
A little bit of this.
Followed by an interval of quality inspection (I tested an array of factors, including density, aroma, and likeness to Mickey.
Having passed my scrutiny, the waffle in question was presented to August.
I think it’s fair to describe his reaction as positive.
That night, we gathered for the ritual presentation of cake and candles.
After which, there were a few more presents, including this one from Alden.
Completely on her own, Alden decided to design and construct a hat for Augie.
In case you cannot tell, it is covered with tiny drawings of history’s favorite mouse. Hence the excitement from our resident Mickey enthusiast.
There were a few more gifts to follow.
Including this collapsable plastic sword.
It was the perfect thing to commemorate August’s passage from little boy to little man.
We are so glad to welcome you to your fourth year but beg you not to grow too fast.