Three!

Mr. Logan turned three. Honestly, I haven't seen him since before then, but I can celebrate and blog about him. He is such a great little guy, definitely unique. One never knows what is going to come out of his mouth. He's not the bravest little boy, but that can actually be part of the entertainment. Happy Birthday, Logan!

I had to include some of my favorite pictures of our guy. After his trip to the emergency room on Thanksgiving day. Obviously, it was a very traumatic experience.

Guarding his "starties" from cousin Isaac. (If he holds them in the frisbee over his head, there's no way the child who is standing up will be able to reach them - I love two-year old reasoning!)

At our second trip to the Dinosaur Park. It's worth going to the park just to hang out with him.

One of the first times getting to hang out with him (at Grandma and Grandpa's birthday party). He really is a cute guy.

I love you, Logalan!