My sweet boy, the BABY of the family, is THREE today.

He’ll always be my baby…as much as I moaned and groaned about my little brother and his “eternal baby” status in our family, I now know why.

I also know that the bigger he gets, the harder it can be sometimes.

This month, he gave up naps. This week, he climbed out of his crib (repeatedly). He still refuses to potty train, but I know that’s coming.

He speaks clearly, but with adorable toddler speech quirks. “Dat’s mine!” “Do you want to pway OPEWATION?”

He’s getting so big, and tall, and keeping up with his big brother and sisters more.

Happy birthday, Big Erv. We love you madly (even when you’re horribly difficult).