My baby. He's 3.

Today was my Little Kiss' 3rd birthday.

I celebrated by running away from the family ;)

Yesterday morning myself and 4 other 'hood mommas took of for Boston. We saw Wicked [my second time], had cocktails [about 17 too many], had dinner [uninterrupted] and tons and tons of laughs.

Not to mention, but I looked amazing.

And we left our waiter a $50 tip. On a $195 tab.

Yah, get the mommas drunk, you will be compensated.

So when I finally meandered home, my lil man came running up to me and informed me that TODAY I AM FWREE! [3?] I got the best hug from him - this kid is not a snuggly type, so I take every hug and kiss I can get from him.

We had lunch and cupcakes with my in laws and then played outside with his new bike.

The day was such a whirlwind, it's just now sinking in that I no longer have a 2 year old.

He's 3. My baby boy is 3. I love him so...even enough to over look the fact that the cops came during his birthday party...