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.
