My parents came to Globe for a quick visit to celebrate Mason's third birthday. Anyone who's met Mason knows he is a tractor freak. If we're driving in the truck, he can spot tractors from a block away. He knows which way we need to go to drive by RSC Equipment Rental. Whenever we visit my parents' place, he has to ride on papa's tractor with him. He knows all of the construction vehicles: front-loader, bulldozer, bobcat, backhoe, forklift, dump truck, crane, etc. So my parents gave him a John Deer Tractor for his birthday, along with a custom-sewn John Deer shirt. We enjoyed lunch out, complete with a free birthday ice cream sundae (which Bree quickly claimed--Mason's not always a huge dessert fan). It seemed like Mason was two forever. And despite my worries, he is finally talking, is actually quite the chatterbox now, has learned to mostly dress himself (even though his clothes are backwards 30% of the time), and has successfully potty-trained, thank goodness. He loves music, and can often be heard singing himself to sleep. He is a crazy whirl-wind of a boy, who never walks if there's room to run while flailing his limbs in all directions, and I would worry about his hearing if I didn't know that boys his age often need directions to be repeated six times before they sink in. He's my three-year-old.