Last week, while in St. George with Whitty, we joked about how we would celebrate her birthWEEK instead of just the one day. It was a great excuse to take her on our 'YW' activity in the first place and for extra presents. So this week, we continued the tradition with Diggity's numero tres. He doesn't think he's three and just says, "That's a 'w'" when you show him his age with your fingers. However, he definitely wasn't turning down the presents that came with turning three...

Dig's papa insisted that he start golfing young.

His parties consisted of jumping, swimming, and eating way too much sugar (including the frosting off his ENTIRE cake)