My baby boy turns three today. I'm not sure what to think about that. Nick is a dreamer like his mama and an athlete like his daddy. He puts on a rubber bracelet, which he calls his "super powers" and then wants to go running with daddy. Because with his super powers he can run fast enough, right? He's normally a very loud boy, but he'll sit in the car staring out the window for a very long time just daydreaming like I do. I wonder what he thinks about. I love watching his personality unfold. Happy Birthday Nick-nack. I love you.