Happy Birthday Ira!!

Three is a magical age. You are big enough to be independent in some things but still small enough to crawl on mom or dad's lap for snuggling.

Ira is now three! I surprised him with this "road construction" cake. There's a loader in the gravel pit, a dump truck just dumping a load, and a grader leveling a road. It was all he could do to control his hands from driving the grader and dump truck around before we sang Happy Birthday to him. As soon as the singing was over he dug in.



Ira is such a joy to have around. He loves to sing "How Firm a Foundation" and "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission" at the top of his lungs. He loves to tease his sisters, line up his tractors and trucks "just like dad does his!" and tries to go to work with Joseph as much as he can. He is ALL boy! And Joseph though having so many sisters would "sissify" him. ;)