It's been a long year, hasn't it? You've gone from baby to boy in about five seconds flat. I have so much I want to say, so much I could write about.
I could write how you've changed, evolved, grown.
I could write about how you've become obsessed, completely obsessed with all things trains.
I could write about how your appetite is astonishing! and how you rival that of a professional competitive eater.
I could write about how you drive me crazy sometimes with your random tantrums and agressive hitting and pushing.
I could write about how you like to wake up at ungodly times during the morning and greet us with your shrieks.
I could write about how you are such a good big brother to Wesley and how you love to give him hugs all day long.
I could write about how you think you shouldn't nap even though you totally should.
I could write about how you are potty training very well but have issues wearing pants. Or even underwear, for that matter.
I could write about all these things that would let people know what kind of kid you are. What kind of personality is blossoming in your curious
But all I simply want to write about, want people to know, is that
I love you.
I love all of you.
The tantrums and the shrieks. The tears and the pain. The laughs and the hugs. The sweet and the crazy.
You are all of these and more. and I love you.
Happy 3rd birthday, baby boy.
Love,
Mommy
