3 Years Old

My Sweet Jack,
You are three. I can't believe I'm even saying that. Three years has gone by so fast... when I look at little Molly and remember you at her age, I can't believe how much you have accomplished in just three short years. And there isn't a day that goes by that you don't amaze us. Everything you do, from putting on your own shoes to telling us a story about school, makes us smile... Dad and I pass each other a glance as if to say "Did our baby seriously just do that or say that?". You are so grown up and yet still I think of you as my baby boy. You will ALWAYS be my baby boy. No matter how fast you grow, how tall you get, how independent you become, I can still remember holding you the day you were born and knowing in that very minute, my life would never ever be the same. It's hard to believe that anyone can fall in love with someone in one second, but we did, the second we saw you. And I know, 30 years from now, I'll still love you and see you as my baby boy.



You are now over 37 pounds, and over 38 inches tall, you wear a size 10 shoe, and clothes that would fit a 5 year old. Your favorite expression these days is "I can do it myself" (sometimes you really can, sometimes you can't, but your stubborn side won't let anyone help you regardless). Your favorite toys are still cars/trains/trucks and now games (you love the Leapster that Grammy gave you for your birthday). Your favorite movie is still Cars (you would think it would get boring after the 100th viewing). You're ready to get rid of your one nap, but I'm fighting this one until the bitter end! You still have your tantrums but they're not every day, not as dramatic, and otherwise, fairly predictable. All and all, you're acting/doing exactly what a 3-year-old should be doing.

We had a blast celebrating your birthday with friends and family and 100 bugs for your "bugday party". This was the first party that we've had where you left my side and ran off to play with your big-boy friends, and play big-boy games while the adults had a chance to visit with each other. Every now and then, you'd look for me and say "mom! mom! I have to show you something!" or "mom! is it time for games/cake/whatever?". It was a perfect birthday.

Birthday Pics

This weekend you had your first Soccer game, which I suppose makes me a "soccer mom". Also this weekend, you went camping for the first time. Dad has been planning this trip with you for some time now... I hope you enjoyed it as much as he has enjoyed planning it. You also had your first black-eye (playground at school), which you didn't even cry for. I imagine as you explore being a 3-year-old, there will be lots of "firsts" - just as there were at age 2. It's all happening so quickly though, and your "firsts" seem more and more advanced. Pretty soon you'll be on your "first date" or driving your "first car"...Luckily we've got another big stack of "firsts" to get through before any of that happens though.


Soccer and Camping pics here.

Thanks for another "best year of my life", Jack!
Stay smart, sweet, and fun... Happy Birthday, Buddy!

Love, Mom