Three years ago today Kirk was born. It's hard to believe it's been that long already.
Apparently he told his daddy yesterday that he doesn't want another birthday, that it would "make him sick". Awww, poor buddy. But he's fine with more presents. Of course. We went down to the Death Star on Friday to hit the Disney store and buy him merch. So he'll get a talking Woody and a complete set of Cars tonight.
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I loved when Kirk was born. I have loved every minute of his existence. Seeing him get excited about Woody, and saying,"I'm so excited." was wonderful. It makes getting peed on worth it.
You've kept another, totally dependent human being alive for three years- and not only alive, but growing, healthy, curious, amusing, and very happy. Congratulations to all three of you!
Happy B-Day Kirk!!! Three years of blood, sweat, and turds! I remember when Hank was first born a lot of old parents said junk along the lines of cherish this stuff because time really flies. I thought they were just saying that but it turns out it is true.
Hi excitement last night was so frickin' cute I could hardly keep myself from smothering him with kisses!
Thank you lis!
It flies indeed, fez bear. And yet, it seems like we've always had a toddler, you know?
Happy B-day Kirk! I hear 3 is the big time.
Time to get to knockn' boots again, Mom and Dad.
"Death Star" Haha!
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