I still have a hard time believe you are really 3 and not my teenie little baby anymore. This year has shown us just how strong your determination and personality really are. We always knew you had a mind of your own but at the age of 2 you felt quite comfortable sharing exactly how you feel everything should always go. Stickers are not for paper- they are for facial decorations. You are so proud of your sticker boy abilities but then get shy the moment anyone else sees you and comments on your entertaining appearance.
You started school this year and have been more than happy to head to class twice a week. My heart swells with pride every time you insist on carrying your spiderman backpack into class yourself, and then you search for your name in order to place the backpack in your bin. Letters and numbers are quickly becoming fast friends in your world and you surprise us with just how quickly you can learn so much. The other children simply adore you and yell out your name when you arrive in class, you of course play it cool and ignore everyone until you decide they are worthy of your attention. Yet you somehow just keep wrapping everyone around your little finger with your aloof but lovable ways.
Your brother is definitely your best friend and you strive very heard to puff up your chest and make the same big boy requests that he does. I credit your admiration of your brother in your decision to potty train in the blink of an eye(the shots of whipped cream directly into your mouth didn’t hurt either). We have been slowly working to allow the two of you to share a room, someday it will become reality once you can contain your excitement and go to sleep instead of trying to have a dance party and ask your brother a million questions.
Comedic timing is something I always assumed people developed over time. You have shown me that apparently what they say is true- some folx are just born with it. Your sense of humor is like an effervescent ray of sunshine that peeks through at the most unexpected times. Although I shouldn’t laugh when you are getting into something you have no business being in, when you turn and give me your big easy grin that let’s me know that not only are you funny but you KNOW that you are funny how can I resist giggling?
You are still my sweet angel even though you forbid us to call you our little baby (I NOT little baby! is your automatic scowling reply, and yes we laugh every time) you’ll always be the baby in our hearts. Thank you for teaching me just how much humor there is to look forward to each and every day.