B18

I have had so many recent blog-worthy experiences,

but just not enough blog-worthy hours in the day! 

For starters it is officially the start of MY birthday week, WHOOP!

What is it about your birthday that just really makes you feel so good?

Oh, that's just me? I guess it will wear off one day, but until then.. YAY ME!

Reese is seriously obsessed with firetrucks, I'm thinking of staging an intervention.

I'm talking like:

Someone: "What's your name?"

Reese: "I saw the firetrucks!"

Please keep in mind that the last time we went to see the firetrucks was over two weeks ago, and while he may have seen a firetruck in passing, that isn't what he's referring to.

It has gotten to the point in this that I sometimes am scared when people ask him what is name/age is because I truly do not know what he will say, and it will probably really confuse them.

Last night we let Reese pick out any movie that he wanted on Netflix. 

What does he pick? A firetruck documentary from like 1984.

 I'm talking full on mullets and horrible editing, like where the camera pans to a child and you can tell someone on the other side of it just mouthed "SMILE!" 

...Yeah, that kind of quality film-making.

It was also not a cartoon, which I am surprised that it kept him engaged for longer than 2.5 minutes. 

That would actually be an understatement, because we watched it two times in a row and he would have kept watching it on repeat but it just so happened to be a certain little firefighter's bedtime.

He kept repeating words as they were said on the video, it was so cute.

"Here we have a fire pole"

Reese: "POLE!"

"Now we will take a look at the ladder"

Reese: "LADDER!"

"Look at the firefighter"

Reese: "FIREFIGHTER!"

Reese gets so excited about this documentary that he seriously gets up and starts running around acting like a crazy person firefighter.

There was some firefighter business that needed to be taken care of, obviously, and no one was getting in his way!

In the video they talked about how firefighters help people in need,

so Reese comes to me expecting me to be his victim.

 He says, "Mommy you have to die."

I said, "Reese, that isn't very nice, and you shouldn't say things like that."

His response?

Okay well do this then *closes his eyes and acts like a dead person*

There was lots of running around saving the day and jumping in the bed ambulance, and spraying the water with the impromptu hose (extension cord) and just being silly.

Three is the best age ever, because his little imagination is just out of control right now!