This was the first birthday that Nicholas was really old enough to appreciate, and it made the event a good deal more fun. (Simon's first birthday, two weeks ago, was pretty much a non-event for all of us.) We didn't make a big fuss, it was just pizza and cake with the family, but that was quite enough for him. He was so thrilled with all his presents -- just the concept of having presents to open was a thrill all by itself -- and so proud of himself for being able to blow out the candles on his birthday cake (though it took three tries). And you could tell he was just relishing the fact that he was finally three. He's been wanting to be three ever since he turned two. :)
I hope to have a new essay to post here soon, but I have resigned myself to being pretty much useless as far as intelligent discourse is concerned until I've read OotP, so it'll be next week at the earliest, I should think. I'm sure I've lost half my blog readership over the past month, having had so little of any substance to say... so for those who have gamely stuck around in spite of that, I thank you.