I have been lucky enough to spend 3 years with my adorable little boy. In a lot of ways the time has flown by and in many others time stood still. The Big One has taught me SO many things in his 3 years. He made me understand what people meant when they said, you don’t know what true love is until you are staring into the eyes of your newborn baby.
1 hour old.
I now know the true torture that is sleep deprivation. I have become protective and more cautious than I ever thought I would be. He has made me learn patience, kindness, playfulness, and respect. I have become a master at puzzles and can sing the theme song to every show on Disney Jr. I conquered my fear of potty training and learned how to talk on a toddlers level. We have cried together and laughed together, the kind of laughter that makes your eyes water and your stomach hurt.
6 months old.
I can still remember spending hours watching him learn to crawl and walk. And then re-watching the home videos from those events over and over.
1 year old.
The Big One is currently loving cars, trucks, trains, and airplanes. He has recently started using his imagination to make up stories about his cars. They usually involve a Mommy and a Daddy.
2 years old.
He LOVES music. He is quite the singer and can sing along to lots of songs. He knows Twinkle Twinkle, You Are My Sunshine, Old MacDonald and many others he learned at preschool.
3 years old.
The Big One has become very independent. He is in the “I’ll do it by myself stage.” He has to get in the car by himself, take his own shoes off, go potty alone (I love it when I find pee on the wall!), and get his own snacks to name a few things.
He is a sincerely sweet kid and I’m quite smitten with him. Happy Birthday Buddy!