Not Bug. This is his first ever "crashed on the floor" episode, and he chooses to do it the very night he graduates into a real bed with real bedding? (That's his blankie around his neck. Not a dashing fall scarf, and also not maxi pads stuck to his chin, you hear me Facebook friends?)
Later today, his actual bed is being delivered and assembled. His four grandparents, in their usual grandparental awesomeness, came together for his third birthday to do this boy's bedroom up right: a cool set of bunk beds, and the most adorable boy bedding I've seen in my life to go along with it. (See it here and here.) I know. Luckyduck.
And the birthday week fun just goes on and on. He starts swimming lessons Thursday. His Mimi, Papaw, and Auntie Lauren are flying in for the weekend. We're celebrating his big oh-three cowboy style on Saturday. After the gloom and doom of last week, it's nice to have so much to smile about this week.
And also, I'm pretty sure he's potty trained for real. Both ways, if you know whati'msaying.
And also, I'm knocking on wood now. And AM SO EXCITED not to be changing man poops anymore.