Garrett turned 3 Monday. My baby is growing up, boo hoo. They really do grow up too fast.
The excitement of the day was too much for Garrett and he fell asleep while we were eating dinner. We hadn't even sung 'Happy Birthday' or had cake yet! Poor baby. I figured we were done for the day and would just have to do the cake the next night. Garrett woke up, and the first thing he said was "where's my cake?' Well, okay, after he found me at Lynn and Scotty's.
So, the neighbors came over and we sang to him and cut the cake. He had this funny look on his face the entire time we sang to him.
He got all the candles with one blow, and I don't think he spit on the cake. Hooray! Good job, Garrett.