Happy Birthday Mark

My little old man turned three today. He threw up three times. poor little guy. He was the hardest baby and taught me so much about life. He loves batman. He loves his sister Danielle. He loves being a big brother. I remember when baby was born and he told us he was not Marky- he was "just Mark."
Something about Mark crying breaks my heart. He runs around with his Batman cape and loves everything about Superheroes. He loves his blanket. He still always wants to cuddle and be carried.
Happy Birthday