Happy 3rd Birthday O'Mike!

Happy Birthday Owen Michael!

Judging by his height and level of intelligence, you would probably not believe that this little 'boy' turns 3 tomorrow.  Yes, he still craps his pants, but other than those smelly impositions; our Owen Michael is quite the character, exceptionally mature, and smart as a whip.  Truth be told, he knows about using the stool, he just likes to peeve his Mom by showing a stubborn reluctance to use it.  Hmmm, stubbornness; is he related to Me?

O'Mike can walk, talk, and chew gum; all at the same time.  This is a coordinated skill that neither his Mom, his Pappy, or his older brother WP have ever been able to master.  If trying to do all three at once; WP would trip on the sidewalk crack, I'd stumble on the piece of gravel, and Jackie would do a herky trying to avoid me and WP, but then would not be able to 'nail that landing' and would end up with a twisted ankle.

Plus, just to make it interesting, O'Mike throws in hopping, skipping, and jumping all into the mix at the same time to really throw everyone a curve while he 'shows off' his multiple talents of coordination and bravery.  Show off?  Yes, absolutely.  This little guy works a room, works a crowd, works the buzz, works the laughs, and works the eyes; and it's only going to be more intense with every passing year.

Busy?  Who-boy, is this little guy busy.  He makes the energizer bunny look like a corpse by comparison.  Go, go, go.  Even worse than his Mom; affectionately known as go-go-gackie.  Busy with the capital B.  Busy as only his Nini can define Busy, as she lived being Busy during the same age.  Look at Nini's pictures when she was 3.  She was never standing still.  The legs are blurry, the arms are in running posture mode.  The hair has wind effects blowing by.  That's our Nini, and that's our O'Mike.

Lungs?  Are you kidding me.  This boy's diaphragm and lungs must have received special injections of HGH while in-utero.  I've heard lions that can't roar as loud as O'Mike.  Command attention?  Hello? Who do you think gets looked at?  This 3 year old magic-mouth, that's who.

Of course, it doesn't hurt that he's got great looks though either.  Between his Dad, his Mom, and his Nini, good grief, could he be any cuter?  The gene pool sure came together perfectly on each of my g'kids.  No need for modesty, they really are all great looking.  O'Mike has my eye shape, my head bumps, and my calves though ~ you can't deny that!  Good grief, now that I look at their pictures on my desk again, all 6 of my Pappy's Place young-uns really do have looks that will melt your heart, and will be leaving many broken hearts in their dating futures (both male, AND female!).

O'Mike is off the charts tall, measuring at 3 what most 4 year olds measure.  He's smart, vocal, has great posture, good pronunciation of his words, loves to eat, and is showing tendencies of being a natural jock.  Skill sets are evident for golfing, basketball, football, and baseball.  His basketball pose and shooting abilities will blow you away ~ it was never taught ~ it was completely natural.

I love you Owen Michael.  Happy Birthday #3 to my precious little boy.  - Pappy