He's 3 And He's Still The Baby
It seems hard to believe that my youngest child is now three years old. When my oldest turned three I thought he was so old...probably because his brother was in my belly. And now that my youngest has turned three I still call him my baby and that feeling that he is growing up into a big boy just hasn't come to me yet...mostly because I don't want it to. As far as plans go (which can get screwed up at anytime really) he is my last child and the last baby that I will ever have so, you see, I have a hard time giving up on his baby status even though he turned three years old two days ago.
I guess I should be glad that the terrible two's are supposedly over but really the terrible three's as I remember them are worse and so there's really no cause for celebration any time soon. The moments of pure joy with him when laughs come from the deepest parts of him completely outweigh those terrible two moments so I guess these phases really aren't all that bad. Actually I wouldn't want him to be any other way than he is... terrible twos or threes and all.
And here comes the part where I talk about him on his special day(even if it is 2 days late) so that I can remember what he was like at three...
He is the sweetest little quirky boy who yells for me to get him every morning when he wakes up and will only let his Daddy takes his clothes off during bath time. He's not much on watching TV but he sure does like his Lightening McQueen toys, his art, and his never-ending pile of books. He is the little guy who is always talking very LOUDLY about something and demands that everyone do everything he says. He is like his mama after all. He loves his older brother so much and hangs on his every step most of the time. He melts every heart that comes his way.
While writing this he is trying to drag me into the kitchen for lemonade and then for a romp outside so I better go and do just that.
Happy 3rd birthday to the littlest man in my life. I hope you love your party this coming Sunday.Labels: birthday, motherhood, three year old
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It seems hard to believe that my youngest child is now three years old. When my oldest turned three I thought he was so old...probably because his brother was in my belly. And now that my youngest has turned three I still call him my baby and that feeling that he is growing up into a big boy just hasn't come to me yet...mostly because I don't want it to. As far as plans go (which can get screwed up at anytime really) he is my last child and the last baby that I will ever have so, you see, I have a hard time giving up on his baby status even though he turned three years old two days ago.
I guess I should be glad that the terrible two's are supposedly over but really the terrible three's as I remember them are worse and so there's really no cause for celebration any time soon. The moments of pure joy with him when laughs come from the deepest parts of him completely outweigh those terrible two moments so I guess these phases really aren't all that bad. Actually I wouldn't want him to be any other way than he is... terrible twos or threes and all.
And here comes the part where I talk about him on his special day(even if it is 2 days late) so that I can remember what he was like at three...
He is the sweetest little quirky boy who yells for me to get him every morning when he wakes up and will only let his Daddy takes his clothes off during bath time. He's not much on watching TV but he sure does like his Lightening McQueen toys, his art, and his never-ending pile of books. He is the little guy who is always talking very LOUDLY about something and demands that everyone do everything he says. He is like his mama after all. He loves his older brother so much and hangs on his every step most of the time. He melts every heart that comes his way.
While writing this he is trying to drag me into the kitchen for lemonade and then for a romp outside so I better go and do just that.
Happy 3rd birthday to the littlest man in my life. I hope you love your party this coming Sunday.
Labels: birthday, motherhood, three year old
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7 Comments:
Well Happy B-day to your cutie pie!
My baby is now 2 and she is suppose to be our last. I have days where I'm not ready to admit that. Then the days where she is totally terrible two'ing I am convinced she is it.
Happy Birthday to your sweet boy! Just have another one and he won't be a 'baby' anymore. It's that simple!
Awww happy birthday sweet boy!
Happy birthday to your little guy!
I know what you mean...my "baby" will be four soon...*sigh*
Happy Birthday to your little guy! He's such a cutie. He and Julia are really close in age. She turned 3 on June 24th. Her party was Saturday, too!
Happy Birthday little guy! I totally know what you mean. Our last baby will be three in Oct., but like you said I think he will always be the baby.
Happy bday little one!
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