Three

 Today, our Bennett is three. 

 Bubs is sort of this amazingly unique kid. He is funny, independent, smart, atheltic, sweet and stubborn all at once. I feel like Bennet was never really a baby and even now, he gets lumped in with kids older than him because he is tall and physically can do more the same as Cullen. Even though his language has been slow to develop, he has always seemed to be a 'big' kid. 

Playing tricks on the chickens, typical

 He loves the color red, lacrosse, monster trucks, riding his bike, going to the shop, Wild Kratts and Babar, mac-n-cheese, Orange juice-lemonade (his own creation), his dino blankie and my creepy old baby doll, doing things 'mah-self', working with tools, peeing out side, cuddling when he first wakes up, being able to identify sports logos but not the alphabet, his afternoon nap, the number 4, going to school, solving problems, his Mama and Daddy and more than anything else, his brothers (Wall-sie and Cull-a).

One thing I will never have to worry about Bennett doing is giving into peer pressure. He will only do thing if he wants to and don't you dare try to force him into anything, especially give affection. He will only give hugs, kisses and say I love You if he is really moved to, not just as an automatic response or if he is asked to. 

He is (terrifying) also fearless. For example this weekend, he couldn't get turned around on the ladder to get down from the tree house so instead of asking for help like a normal child, he just assessed the situation and jumped to the ground (and thankfully didn't break any bones).

He loves to sing, but only if you catch him doing it, never on command. It is so sweet though and one of my favorite little secrets of his.

Birth/One/Two

Three.

 Happy Birthday my sweet boy. 

Your Daddy and I are so proud of the person that you are and love you so much.

Never change, Bubs.