Today's Post, Brought to You by the Number 3

Tomorrow is the 3rd birthday of my sweet boy, Elliott.  Elliott is the son of my best friend, Courtney.  He is the first of our village's burgeoning 2nd generation, for which Courtney might be mostly responsible .  But Elliott is the first.  The Pioneer.  And I cannot believe it's been almost 4 years since Courtney showed me a picture on her little ol' flip phone, and I asked in earnest confusion, "What the Hell is that?  Is that a pill you dropped?  Why are you showing me a picture of a dropped pill?"  But it wasn't.  It was a picture of that fateful little plus sign.

In my defense, camera phones nearly 4 years ago were incredibly, incredibly crappy.

But tomorrow is the day for 3, and so to commemorate, I've chosen to celebrate my darling little friend with a series of haiku poems -- 3 lines each for my favorite 3 year-old.

"Truth"

Even at five weeks,

Your good taste astounded us.

Heck of a shirt, kid.

"Books"

Bookshelves overflow

Your love of turning pages

Makes your Deana proud.

"Upside-Down"

You read us stories

Even when they're upside down.

Sweet imaginings.

"Sunshine"

Smile, bright like the sun,

Sweet as that bag of candy,

Infinitely so.

 "Eyelashes"

Luscious eyelashes

Surround those crystal blue eyes.

Forseeable swoons.

"Trikes"

The first tricycle

Mere shadows of growing up.

How cute are you here?

"Teach Your Children Well"

Perfectly captured,

Your "bewief" in the home team,

Melts sports fans all 'round.

Happy Birthday my sweet Ell.  Your charms and smiles make "bewievers" of us all.  And please, don't ever stop saying "bewieve".  It's so dang cute, no matter what your speech therapist mom says. 

Love always,
Neena