Happy third birthday to my thirdborn! All week, I have been asking you how old you are going to turn on your birthday. You have been responding by saying "Three!" and trying to hold up three fingers but you currently lack the manual dexterity to that so then you hold up all of your fingers and ask, "How about 5?" Hahaha!
You may not be able to hold up only three fingers right now but there is already so much you can do. You can recognize so many shapes, letters and numbers and you speak so well and so much. When we come home, you take off your shoes on your own and responsibly put them on the shoe rack, which is something your older brother, your older sister and even your dad don't do (they leave their shoes all over the floor in the foyer, despite the fact that we have two big shoe racks right there). You are so good at cleaning up toys and picking up the errant socks or hand towels I accidentally drop on the floor while doing laundry (again, your siblings and father just walk past those while you are mindful enough to pick them up for me). You are doing a great job with potty training and have had very few accidents. Yesterday, I gave you a peach cup and went to get a load of laundry out of the washer. I had forgotten to give you a spoon with your peach cup so you ran into the kitchen, opened the utensil drawer and got one yourself. When I came back to the dining table, you were obediently eating your peach cup with the spoon you had gotten on your own. It was such a little thing but it made me realize how big you are now. You just turned 3 but you are already so responsible and independent!
You have always been so full of joy and you bring so much joy to our family. Your face is almost always lit up with a smile and you are so sweet and loving. You wrap your arms around my legs and tell me you love me all of the time. The other day, you went up to GuhGaw and JieJie, hugged them and said, "I love you guys." You always insist to PoiPoi that you "wait for Mama" when I go out with Daddy at night. If you are awake when I come home, you get so excited and shout, "There's Mama!"
There are so many things about you that make me smile:
- the way you like to sit in my closet, under my clothes and with the step stool in front of you, and pretend that it is your ice cream shop
- the way you stomp around the house and roar when you're pretending to be a dinosaur
- the way you talk in a high-pitched voice when you're pretending to be a baby dinosaur
- the way you interrupt me every five seconds when I'm reading a book to you to ask me, "How come [fill in this question]? How come [fill in that question]?"
- the fact that you can't actually pronounce "how come" and that it sounds like you're saying "why come"
- the fact that I once spent five minutes trying to teach you to say "how come" but you still kept saying "why come" and bursting into a fit of giggles every time you said it wrong
- how much you love Team Umizoomi and PJ Masks
- the way you run around the house in circles and say, "I'm a race car! I so fast!"
- how excited you get about eating chocolate and sweets (me, too, buddy!)
- how you love to be chased and tickled and the resulting giggles that spill out of you when I chase and tickle you
One of my absolute favorite things, though, is the request you make every night as I'm tucking you into your bed: "Let's talk for a little." Sometimes you want to talk about cars, sometimes you want to talk about bugs. Sometimes we rehash the day's events or discuss what we should do the next day. But whatever we talk about, I cherish our bedtime talks so much because that's just you-and-me time.
Happy birthday to my sweet, sensitive, smart, funny, AMAZING boy!
Love,
Mom
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