We celebrated Ben's third(!) birthday with our family this weekend. The gym at Christ the King was the perfect locale for all the kids to whoop it up and Dexter was content just crawling away on the floor. He tried to get in a game of dodgeball but I put the kaibosh on that. Not until he's 1, am I right? He discovered some closet doors and spent the majority of the time balancing himself and walking around them. It's seriously like moth to flame, set the kid down and he'll sniff out the nearest door and make a beeline for it.
Oh, yeah and this happened too. Bummer, buddy.