Dear Sawyer,
You had your 3-year checkup today and you handled it like a boss. The nurse had to prick your finger and draw some blood and I was nervous for you but you didn't cry or even flinch. You watched the nurse draw your blood with some trepidation but you sat perfectly still the whole time. And it was the same when the doctor later gave you a Hep A vaccination. He stuck the needle in your shoulder and you were so still that I didn't even realize he'd given you the shot until he was already done. You are so brave and so tough! You are also so curious. You kept asking, "What the doctor doing? What he do now?" When the doctor was finished with your exam, you grabbed my hand and pulled me so hard toward the door--you wanted your lollipop!
You are currently 31 pounds and 37 inches tall, putting you in the 25-50th percentile. And at the rate you are growing, the doctor predicted that you will grow to be 5'9"--taller than both Daddy and me!
Love,
Mom
Monday, June 4, 2018
Saturday, June 2, 2018
Birthday Bash
Dear Sawyer,
We celebrated your birthday with your buddies today by going to our neighborhood's annual Children's Day carnival and capping off the afternoon with ice cream at a nearby ice cream shop. You rode a pony, jumped around in a bouncy house, opened gifts and devoured your chocolate ice cream!
You also had a big milestone today: You told us that you had to pee! You have been great at holding your pee and poop and going when Daddy or I put you on the potty but today was the first time you had to go and told us first. You were in the hallway when you grabbed your crotch and shouted, "I need to pee!" Daddy rushed you to the bathroom and you held your pee until you were on the toilet. Nice job!
Love,
Mom
We celebrated your birthday with your buddies today by going to our neighborhood's annual Children's Day carnival and capping off the afternoon with ice cream at a nearby ice cream shop. You rode a pony, jumped around in a bouncy house, opened gifts and devoured your chocolate ice cream!
You also had a big milestone today: You told us that you had to pee! You have been great at holding your pee and poop and going when Daddy or I put you on the potty but today was the first time you had to go and told us first. You were in the hallway when you grabbed your crotch and shouted, "I need to pee!" Daddy rushed you to the bathroom and you held your pee until you were on the toilet. Nice job!
Love,
Mom
Friday, June 1, 2018
You're Three Years Old!
Dear Sawyer,
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
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
Thursday, May 31, 2018
Wrap Party
Dear Sawyer,
That moment when you get ready to wrap your soon-to-be 3-year-old's birthday gifts the night before his birthday and realize that all 10 rolls of the wrapping paper in your closet are Christmas-themed. #ChristmasinJune
Love,
Mom
That moment when you get ready to wrap your soon-to-be 3-year-old's birthday gifts the night before his birthday and realize that all 10 rolls of the wrapping paper in your closet are Christmas-themed. #ChristmasinJune
Love,
Mom
Friday, May 25, 2018
Dry Spell
Dear Sawyer,
You have been doing so well with potty training! I put you on the potty about every hour and you always pee right away (and know to point your penis down into the bowl!). You only have one or two accidents a day and they have been mainly after dinner, when Daddy and I are busy trying to clean up the kitchen and get your siblings ready for bed, so we are distracted and forget to put you on the potty.
The really amazing thing, though, has been the fact that for the past five days, you have stayed completely dry during naps AND overnight! Your naps are sometimes as long as three hours and you sleep for 10 hours at night and your diaper has been consistently dry when you wake up. Very impressive, little man!
Love,
Mom
You have been doing so well with potty training! I put you on the potty about every hour and you always pee right away (and know to point your penis down into the bowl!). You only have one or two accidents a day and they have been mainly after dinner, when Daddy and I are busy trying to clean up the kitchen and get your siblings ready for bed, so we are distracted and forget to put you on the potty.
The really amazing thing, though, has been the fact that for the past five days, you have stayed completely dry during naps AND overnight! Your naps are sometimes as long as three hours and you sleep for 10 hours at night and your diaper has been consistently dry when you wake up. Very impressive, little man!
Love,
Mom
Monday, May 21, 2018
Where You At?
Dear Sawyer,
When you don't know where I am in the house, you shout at the top of your lungs, "Mama! Where you is?" Hahaha, it's so cute!
Love,
Mom
When you don't know where I am in the house, you shout at the top of your lungs, "Mama! Where you is?" Hahaha, it's so cute!
Love,
Mom
Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Three for Three
Dear Sawyer,
Day 2 of official potty training! There were a total of four pee accidents today and guess what? Only 50% of them were yours! My day started waaaaaaay too early at 3:45am this morning when JieJie came running into my bedroom to tell me that she had peed in her bed. Daddy and I got up, showered her, blow-dried her hair and changed her sheets. We all climbed back into bed a little after 4am only to have GuhGaw come into our room at 4:30am and tell us that he had wet the bed. Seriously?!? Another shower, another change of sheets, a disgusting pile of laundry in the hamper room. It's the first time your siblings wet their beds in the same night and it's ironic that it happened right after you officially started potty training. You peed on yourself yesterday--were GuhGaw and JieJie feeling left out? Haha :-P
You had one accident while eating breakfast and another one after dinner. When you had to poop this afternoon, you told me, "I have to go sit on the toilet." Then you pooped in the toilet like a pro! But you didn't tell me whenever you had to pee and in fact, you had a straight-up tantrum this morning when I said you had to go potty. It had been an hour since your breakfast accident and I told you that it was time to go potty. You started crying and said, "I don't want to!" Then you sat down on my floor, crossed your arms, kept kicking your legs and cried for the next half hour. At one point, you actually stood up, ran over to your room, plopped down on your floor and continued your crossed arms-kicking legs cryfest there (why the sudden change of location?). I tried bribing you with rainbow chocolate, gummy bears and my iPad but you said no to it all and continued crying. I sat next to you the whole time and said I understood that going to the bathroom all of the time is annoying but you have to do it now that you're almost 3 years old. Whenever I tried to touch you, you swatted my hand away but eventually, you let me get close to you and you climbed into my lap, hugged my chest and stopped crying. My poor guy. I hate potty training but I know that it is no fun for you, either.
Love,
Mom
P.S. I still can't believe that when I washed the pee laundry today, it included clothes from all three of my kids! *sigh*
Day 2 of official potty training! There were a total of four pee accidents today and guess what? Only 50% of them were yours! My day started waaaaaaay too early at 3:45am this morning when JieJie came running into my bedroom to tell me that she had peed in her bed. Daddy and I got up, showered her, blow-dried her hair and changed her sheets. We all climbed back into bed a little after 4am only to have GuhGaw come into our room at 4:30am and tell us that he had wet the bed. Seriously?!? Another shower, another change of sheets, a disgusting pile of laundry in the hamper room. It's the first time your siblings wet their beds in the same night and it's ironic that it happened right after you officially started potty training. You peed on yourself yesterday--were GuhGaw and JieJie feeling left out? Haha :-P
You had one accident while eating breakfast and another one after dinner. When you had to poop this afternoon, you told me, "I have to go sit on the toilet." Then you pooped in the toilet like a pro! But you didn't tell me whenever you had to pee and in fact, you had a straight-up tantrum this morning when I said you had to go potty. It had been an hour since your breakfast accident and I told you that it was time to go potty. You started crying and said, "I don't want to!" Then you sat down on my floor, crossed your arms, kept kicking your legs and cried for the next half hour. At one point, you actually stood up, ran over to your room, plopped down on your floor and continued your crossed arms-kicking legs cryfest there (why the sudden change of location?). I tried bribing you with rainbow chocolate, gummy bears and my iPad but you said no to it all and continued crying. I sat next to you the whole time and said I understood that going to the bathroom all of the time is annoying but you have to do it now that you're almost 3 years old. Whenever I tried to touch you, you swatted my hand away but eventually, you let me get close to you and you climbed into my lap, hugged my chest and stopped crying. My poor guy. I hate potty training but I know that it is no fun for you, either.
Love,
Mom
P.S. I still can't believe that when I washed the pee laundry today, it included clothes from all three of my kids! *sigh*
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