Dear jellybean,

A   month has already gone by since you blew out the candles on your awesome   Spiderman birthday cake.  Time just seems to slip past us.  The past   three years attest to that.  There is so much to say, and I have no idea   where to start.

You've   recently had a growth spurt of sorts and are now more than half taller   than me.  Soon it will be too difficult to pick you up.  I don't look   forward to that day.  You still are a great eater, but dinner time can   be a painful test of patience as it can take up 45 minutes for you to   finish your plate.  You finish it, which is great.  But it would be nice   if we could leave the table a little earlier.
You have become a   mommy's boy.  Much to the chagrin of Daddy.  You tend to want me to do  

everything   for you.  I am trying very hard to encourage you to do things by   yourself, and let you let Daddy do stuff too.  It's a work in progress.
Potty   training is still in the works.  You will go a week with no accidents   and then have three in one day.  But only with pee.  You are a pooping   in the potty expert, for which we are very grateful!
You still   aren't a very physical guy.  

You   tend to stumble and trip over your feet every once in a while.  You are   hesitant to try new things like the scooter or tricycle.  I know you   would love them if you just tried, but I am trying not to force you into   anything you don't want to do.  Like swimming.  We'll try that again  in  a few months.

You   love to play with your friends but have learned to do independent  play.   Considering you are an only child, this is great.  But you often  come  up and say "Will you play with me Mommy?"  Which just melts my  heart.   How can I say no?  You are a super hero fanatic.  If it were up  to you,  you would watch anything to do with super heroes all day and  play  anything to do with super heroes all night.  Your favorites at the   moment are Superman, Buzz Lightyear and Ironman.  Red is your favorite   colour.  I don't know why, but I love the fact that you have a  favorite  colour.
Your language skills are still way ahead of the  curve.   Now you like to sing your own little songs.  Most of them have  to do  with you butt, farting and booger-nuggets.  You are a boy.

At   the moment you choose whining as your form of communication.  We are  not  a fan of this and are trying to figure out how to get you back to  using  your words.  And if you aren't whining you seem to be crying.   Put both  together and you have a set of parents with very little  patience  sometimes.  We try to remind ourselves that it is only a phase  and we  all have to work together to get through it.
You have a  daily job  to help out with the household: you feed Stinky.  You give  her a big  scoop 

first   thing in the morning and at supper time.  I like giving you a   responsibility and sense of being a contributing part of the household.
So   there you have it.  Three years old.  Mommy and Daddy love you more   than would seem possible.  You our are lives and we wouldn't have it any   other way.
I love you jellybean.
Mommy