Happy Birthday Hurricane Harry!

Over the last week, we've been pretty focused on Hurricane Ike around here, but today it's all about Hurricane Harry.

Because today he is three.

If you ask him how old he is, he'll hold up one finger on each hand and yell "TWO!!" And if you tell him that 'no, actually you're three today', he will argue with you. Because he is right and you are wrong, and he doesn't want to be three, he wants to be two.

Because when he turns three, he has to get rid of the very last pacifier we still have that hasn't been lost.

So tonight when we tucked him to bed, the paci was gone. We were a bit nervous about that, and I actually wondered if we should put it off again... like I had when he turned 18 months old, and two years old, and you get the gist. But we thought we'd go ahead and try it anyway, and it resulted in maybe 20 seconds of whining.

But then he became very quiet, very quickly, and we were beyond proud of our exceptional progenitive prowess and mad parenting skillz. Until James stopped back in a about 15 minutes later and found him lying there in the dark playing Mario Brothers on my Nintendo DS Lite. Doing quite well at it, according to reports. Playing a video game on a level that I didn't even know existed.

He's two.

Or at least he was at the time.

Photo of a boy in his treasured Lightning McQueen pajamas, taken on Saturday by Karen, courtesy of Chookooloonks.

Bad haircut, courtesy of me.