Well, Archer's 3. After dinner tonight, he looked at me and said, Thanks for encouraging me, mom. I hadn't encouraged him over anything recently, so it was more of a general statement and so sweet. He's so psyched to be three. For several days before his birthday he'd wake up and say, "am i still 2?" somewhat disappointedly. This morning he woke up and asked to nurse, I reminded him he's three and so no more nursing and he said, "alright." He totally scored for his birthday, from Bobby he got pastels, a star wars lunch box, and a sun catcher craft--all of which he loves. From me he got some legos, from Grammy, he got a trampoline, which he is so so happy about, and from York he got a huge collection of star wars toys--tiny little star wars toys--and many other things. He has been great about sharing them with Wiley (who said, Archer, we got everything you asked for!, as though the gifts were for both of them). I think because Archer is the second child he knows exactly what gifts are his and will remind you of that, though he really is good about sharing. He's really quite funny, though because of his introversion rarely do others get to see that side of him. He loves to wear a pair of underwear on his head and peek his eyes through the leg holes, which ends up making him look a lot like an insane version of spider man. He's very protective of Wiley, too. If Wiley is ever in trouble with York or me, then Archer will step in and say, "that's MY brother!" and something protective. He'll be a great big brother, too, and he's already figuring out where to put all his toys so the baby won't ruin them.