So Cinco is now three. I didn’t realize how quickly children grow up and how old I must be getting. He is doing so much at such a young age I forget that he can go to preschool and that he is going to go to school in a couple of years. He had a family get together for his birthday. We had a few friends over too. He got some clothes, a bowling set, and some playground balls. He ate pizza and his cake. He blew out hus candle three times because he didn’t wait until we sang Happy Birthday to blow it out, so Richard had to relight it. It was a great day.
On a Jango note, he is learning the “f” sound, and he says everything is a dog or a duck. Oh well. Progress can sometimes be slow. But he knows cars and hi. He loves to play with his big brother and hug his family.
Now to be with my hubby before going to bed.
