Yesterday, my second youngest turned three. The snow was falling softly outside and was coating our yard of frozen mud so that it was starting to look dreamy. I asked him if he would come outside with me for a birthday photo shoot, and he said yes.

I helped him put on his snow pants, coat, and boots, and we went out into the cold.

He marched over to the fence, and stood with his back turned.

I stood there with my camera, and tried to make conversation. Occasionally, he would turn halfway around with a stink eye and give me an answer.

So here he is, in all his attitudinal, three-year-old glory.

Happy Birthday, Little Man.