For those of you who aren’t aware, one of Alex’s nicknames is Benito.  We all waited with baited breath for the magical hour (12:17p.m.) to arrive on Friday.  That is when he officially turned three.  I was excited about the prospects of having a calm, mild-mannered, three-year-old who would summarily denounce the trappings and personality of his two-year-old Mussolini persona and become the Ghandi that we all know is lying dormant in there.  Alas, I think Benito still reigns, but as always, he is only tyrannical about 25% of the time.  The rest of the time, he is the smooth talking, charmer that we know and love.  We have been having birthday celebrations all weekend.   I will post new pictures as soon as I find the camera.  It is buried somewhere in the piles of bags and gear that came back from Papa and Bubbie’s last night.  Have a great Labor Day weekend with as little actual labor as possible.

Love to all,

tiff and her wee men.