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Three-oh!


It's hard to believe our littlest one is now a chunky three-year-old who comes up to his brother's shoulder!  Yes, Theo's celebrated another birthday and is still as cute as ever (bed-hair and all).


He will leap into your lap for a hug, is perpetually jumping up and down, and always wants to know what's cooking.  He loves to copy whatever Toby does.  He proudly proclaims himself "all dressed up" when he's put his own hat, coat and gloves on, and can operate the remote to turn his beloved "Paw Taprol" programme on.  He plays with toy hammers, playdough, cars and food.



Theo's one stipulation for his birthday was that it involved "sprinkles and candles".  So we dispensed with any idea of a party, and put our energy into homemade pizza and chocolate cake instead.  I'd say that was a success.

I have to eat the whole thing???
He also opened a generous array of presents in the morning, which kept him pretty busy for the rest of the day.



Happy birthday, gorgeous boy!

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