We started his day off by taking him to get a speech assessment, it unfortunately went better then expected... which means now we have to wait and see if he gets PUF funding and an aide to go to preschool with him. We are praying that everything works out. 3 also means we are in the throws of potty training.... it sucks. Owen is so stubborn he doesnt want to stop what he is doing... so there are many accidents. BLARGH!
Blowing out his candle! He was really concerned at first that we were bringing fire so close to him.
His cool new shirt from Aunty Mel. It says Yippee Im 3!