The Arbons

My sweet Mason turned three years old while we were on vacation last week. In fact, we were on our way to Oregon the day he bumped up a year and we've been hyping it up for a while now. "Guess who gets to go on a plane for his birthday!"

We've been butting heads a little more often lately as he decides he wouldn't mind a little independence. But he is still just the most unbelievably sweet kid you'll ever meet. Just now, I told him it was time for a nap. He responded that he DOES NOT WANT A NAP. I said too bad. So he started singing me a song about how much he does love his mommy. And now he's asleep. Can't imagine a better three year old.