Hello Sweet Keats,
My now three year old boy.
You had a birthday yesterday. On your birthday eve, you went to bed with snuggles and love by me and your two sisters. (your dah-dy as you say, was at work). We lit a candle in your honor and talked of how it would be your last sleep as a two year old and when you awoke you would be three. but when you awoke, you were sick with fever and stomach bug. not a great start to your day, but it provided lots of cuddle time and finally at some point later in the day, you felt well enough to lethargically open a few presents and we promised when you were feeling better we'd celebrate in more style and make it a birthday weekend to do all the playtime fun we'd arranged for your special day.
some things you say + do:
mom, will you pway bad guys wif me?
I don't give-fer you! (forgive you) (when he gets mad, even if it's by his own doing)
I'm not gonna be yer bess fren anymore! (ditto)
Mom, you know what would be funny? if the house could walk and talk!
The 'Fice! (Police)
I've got a pink motorcycle.
I yicked you mommy! (His favorite version of a kiss)
I wiped it off! (his game for kiss me again, so i can wipe it off and you can kiss me again).
when you're mad, you take your socks and shoes off in protest. pretty much every time. it's pretty cute.
when you hurt yourself, you don't take comfort easily. usually you get mad at whoever first approaches to see if you're ok. sometimes you'll run in the other room. you've been doing this since you were a babe. ;)
you are mostly potty trained now... mama was pretty lax, third kid around, but you didn't seem to mind and it was such a natural, smooth process for all of us, taking it slow.
you're a champ on your scooter, and have been since about 18 months. you definitely have your own smooth style, the way you ride, much like a skater or snowboarder and it seems you are gravitating, just like your daddy, to those types of sports, which is fine by me.
mainly, you are my little light, my love, my baby boy and i am so so blessed to be your mama.
happy birthday, little man.