The End of An Era

Nope. This is not about Michael Jackson. This is officially the end of an era- the end of the "dress-up debacle." Forget the sequence glove. We have bigger issues around here, namely, the fact that McClaine has been inundated with an abundance of girly costumes.

My son no longer has to wear his sister's dress-up clothes and pretend to be a stealth ninja or a scurvy pirate or a mighty superhero in a tutu.

He is officially THREE years old. And officially a superhero. And faster than lightening.

Happy Birthday, son. You are a joy to all who know you. You are boy through and through. You are an incredible younger brother to one and big brother to two. Your giggles are priceless, your jousting remarkable, your hugs addicting! We love you soooooo much!