This will be the last post about Bode for a while.

Next week is "Operation Mia Starts School" week which is really code for "Operation Summer Loses It" week.

But today is all about Bode and his decent into the the threes (which is worse than the twos, I am sorry to tell you.  Although at least this time I am going into it with my eyes wide open).

So there was the whole birth thing and then yada, yada, yada...Bode's three.

Once again, Stephanie Anderson rocked the cake.

Do you want to know the secret to a fun birthday party that you can actually enjoy?

Reserve the back room at Johnnies.  

Invite like five people via a one sentence e-mail (preferably in the subject line).  

Buy a cool cake.  

And do nothing else.

Except eat a big, fat Theta burger, fries, and someone's onion rings that they left unattended for half a second.

I'm dead serious, that's really, truly all you do.

And I promise you'll actually have fun and not feel like you've been shot in the face when it's over.

Whew! I was worried for a second there that he wasn't getting enough Toy Story themed gifts. That was a close one.

Bode has begged for this Zurg (Buzz's nemesis) gun for months now.

Buzz Lightyear himself does not have this much of his own gear.

Aunt Maggie was the clear favorite.  

He judges people solely on the gifts they buy him and he makes no apologies for it.

He feels his life is now complete.

The big kids reading a book.  I love this age.

I predict a trip to the ER in our near future due to these wings, but I just can't bear to tell him that he can't really fly.

Over and out.

I love this little man to infinity...and beyond.