Three years old. Wow. I didn't know if I would get three days with my precious baby boy, and, in a blink of an eye, here we are three wonderful years later.
Fletcher started off his birthday with his first day of preschool. At age three, children with disabilities or developmental delays begin receiving services from the local school district as opposed to early intervention through the county. Our resident district actually provides in-home services to kids like Fletch, so it will actually be close to the same story, just a different cast of supporting characters. Both Fletcher and I are doing surprisingly well with the transition. We will miss "our" old therapists a lot, but I managed the goodbyes without many tears because I truly think (and definitely hope) we will continue to keep in touch with them (if no other way, at least through this blog).
King for a Day (or is that every day).
Love the crown as much as we do? Our friend Melanie from Better Than Normal makes them and all proceeds go toward costs of therapy for her son Daniel.
Trevor got home around noon, just in time to take the kids while my mom and I made Fletcher's birthday cake. We were having a family party at T-Rex, a dinosaur themed restaurant similar to Rainforest Cafe, and yesterday afternoon my six-year-old nephew Trey challenged me to make a volcano cake. Well, it was not so much of a challenge as an assumption ("so, are you making a volcano cake for Fletchy") but nevertheless, I couldn't let him down now could I?
Voila, a smoking volcano cake.
Yes, another family picture. But you know what, I am not going to apologize for it, because when you work as hard as I did to build your family, I think you earn the right to take, and post, family pictures at every opportunity. That said, why does it always look like I am some big behemoth towering over Trevor in all of these?
The Usual Suspects
And, for your viewing pleasure, Fletcher's Third Year in pictures. Please make sure your speakers are on for the audio.