At first, he couldn't reach the water. His throws fell short, hitting the thick, black mud, exposed by the low-tide. But some coaching from dad showed him how to put his hips into the toss, giving him the extra distance to reach the water » Ker-plunk!
I know throwing rocks is not Disneyland, but he couldn't have been happier. We thru countless rocks into the water.
I always try to pay attention, but on his b-day I made a conscious effort to really get down on his level and look him in the eye (and make contact). He seemed to respond accordingly. He seemed happy. (Maybe the happiest I've ever seen.)
The day before he never woke from his nap .. slept the whole afternoon/night thru. (Only done that once before.) So I wasn't sure if he wasn't feeling okay.
At one point during our hike at the Back Bay, I called out for him to "Come on, Bug," cuz he was lagging back, drawing something on the dirt-trail with a stick .. and he called back, "Whadju say, daddy?" Something about that touched me.
He talks well, especially for a 3-year old. I mean, you can have a decent conversation with him. I also like that he knows what he wants.
For most parents, birthday #3 is a special milestone. But for me (given what I've been thru), you can be sure it was *extra* special.