Some days I wander around mumbling under my breath, “That boy is going to be the end of me!” or “That one – he’s gonna push me over the edge!” or “It must be hard to be two!” I guess I’m going to have to get rid of that last phase though, because suddenly without warning you are three! When asked, you tell us you are five or six…but really, you are three. You can’t hold up three fingers very well, but I promise you are three.
I know you are three because you tell me, “I lub you,” and you still don’t mind who hears. You also tell us that you love the color, “lellow.” I told the big kids that they weren’t allowed to teach you any differently, so they have all started calling it, “lellow” too. You also love Mickey Mouse, whom you affectionately call, “Stinky Mouse” and “Bob Potato,” otherwise known as Bob the Tomato.
I also know that you are three, because you have decided to give up diapers. On your own, you have decided that you want to use the potty. Now, I was prepared to let you wear diapers until you were 18, simply to avoid the scuffle that always happens when “potty training” occurs within one hundred miles of me…but you have managed well. You come tell me approximately a billion times each day, “Mama, I need go pot-eee.” So I tell you a billion times each day, “Ok, go to the bathroom!” And you do, and you go. It’s amazing!
I also know you are three, because you are also crazy resourceful. If something breaks, you try to fix it…even if you shouldn’t. If you can’t reach something, you find something to climb on to get it. And if all else fails, you get your big sister to help! (And she always does; she can’t resist those dimples…and that is going to be a problem someday, my little boy!)
One of my favorite things about you right now is your love for music! Just tonight at dinner you conducted a huge symphony – with your green plastic fork and spoon! It was delightful! You also lay in bed every night singing every song you know until you fall into blissful sleep that I am sure is accompanied by the singing of angels! You love to play the drums – with anything, on anything. You can carry a tune like no kid I’ve ever heard, and your pitch is always right on. You imitate noises at random. Often, you ask, “Mama, what dat? squeek, squeek, boom!” You imitate the noise with perfect timing and pitch so often that even if I wasn’t paying attention, I can recall what you are talking about. It’s amazing!
Speaking of amazing – you’ve figured out how to put your own socks on this week too! Oh, happy day – you are thrilled with yourself!
And finally, I know you are three, because suddenly you don’t seem like a baby anymore. You still have that kissable belly, but your legs are getting so long. They carry you easily down the steps and quickly wherever you want to go. Your face is thinning out; your cheeks are still practically edible, but you definitely look more and more like a little boy every day! I’m thrilled for all you can do, yet it seems amazing that you were little for such a short time!
I lub you too,