Hi sweet boy,
Today you are three. Yesterday you were saying “I two a half” and just like that you are three. I can’t believe you are another year older. I know this is cliche, but time does fly, way too fast. My sweet little baby you have so quickly turned into a giggly snuggly fun loving toddler.
When we found out we were having a boy, people always told me “oh boy, you are in for it now!”. And yep, they were right. You are one of a kind. Not scared to tackle your sister, not scared of the repercussions after throwing your food or ripping Barbies head off, not scared to jump so hard you chip your tooth, not scared to fall so hard you bust your chin. Not scared to snuggle in close, not scared to give the best kisses and every single night ask for “anofer kiss Mama!”, not scared to say “I weally sorry” without being asked, not scared to give your best friend Gracie a never ending hug, not scared to say “hold you me” a million times a day to squeeze in extra snuggle time, and definitely not scared to hunt big sister down after school or gymnastics and jump up and down in excitement with a monster hug like you haven’t seen her in years. But scared to cross the street without holding Mama’s hand, scared to walk on the train tracks, scared for anyone to walk on the train tracks, scared for big sister to step off the curb, and scared of crowded rooms.
These are the sweet moments I want to remember and hold on to forever and ever. Your heart is so kind, caring, and full of joy…my sweet boy, please never change. Just slow it down a bit, I don’t want four to come as quick as three did.
Happy happy 3rd birthday to the coolest little dude I know. I love you times a million and to the moon and back.
Things you love:
wrestling with daddy
yogurt smoothie drinks
playing cars and trucks
building with big sister
brushing your teeth
listening to music
when big sister dresses you up like a princess
hide and seek, especially hiding behind the shower curtain at night
Things you don’t like:
when Mama brushes your teeth
when Payton takes your toys
when your room is a mess before bedtime