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
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