My precious baby boy,
Here you are, turning three, and becoming a little boy. All it takes is one look at you to see that you are not a baby. Right before my eyes, especially over the last few months, you have become a little boy. A fiery, caring, wild, inquisitive, rowdy, determined, happy, messy, empathetic, headstrong, loving, spirited, little boy. I had no idea what it would be like to raise a boy, but if I’ve learned anything, it’s that it takes a whole lotta energy and patience! Nanny says you are just like your daddy when he was little and you remind me of your uncle too. You play so hard and never.stop.moving. Like, ever. I’m not one to sit still either, but I think you have me beat. You go 90 mph from the second your feet hit the floor in the morning. You always have scrapes, bumps and bruises on you. Definitely a daredevil and you will attempt just about anything. You can pretty much do everything at the playground now, except for the monkey bars, although you try every single time. It won’t be long. You are incredibly strong and coordinated and you pick up new skills and sports easily.
As much as you are “all boy” you are also incredibly affectionate and still a “mama’s boy”. You love to give hugs and kisses and you always want to be with us. If you can’t see us for more than 5 minutes, you are definitely screaming our names. If I received a quarter for every time I hear “Mama?!” in a day, I’d be a very rich woman;) You do play independently now, which is nice when we are trying to get things done around the house. It was a Godsend when you started being able to go in the playroom on Saturday mornings and entertain yourself so we could get even just 15 more minutes of sleep. And boy do you love that playroom. You always want to be in there when we are home. We live a busy life and are always on the go, and for the most part you are pretty go with the flow, but you definitely let us know when you’ve had enough. You like being out and about, but when it comes down to it, I think you are somewhat of a homebody. You will often say you want to go home to the “blue house.” We have a lot more family time since moving to Chattanooga and we are together more in general. You do love your babysitters (Miss Kaylee is your favorite) and pretty much shoo us out of the house when they get there. You love your daddy too and think he’s so funny.
Other things you love right now – soccer, bath time and especially when we let you take a shower, riding your scooter and bike, walking on the bridge along the river, animals, playing at any playground, being outside any chance you get, coloring, going to children’s church, the pool or basically anything water related, fire trucks, airplanes, diggers, listening to us read to you and sing songs (Jesus Loves Me, Wheels on the Bus and the Paw Patrol theme song are your favorites. You also love to climb in my lap, curl up and have me sing Rock-a-bye-baby). Your favorite books are The Monster at the End of the Book (oh my gosh I have GOT to record daddy reading this to you because it is hilarious!), any Paw Patrol book, but especially the “look and find” one, Where’s Spot?, Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer (regardless of the fact that it’s nowhere near Christmas) and One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish. Favorite toys are Mission Chase, Arlow (from the Good Dinosaur), your foam sword, “big jet” (your Little People airplane), big red fire truck, Paw Patrol “pup pad,” Chase car, Spy Chase (notice a theme here?), really anything Paw Patrol related, and Spiderman. Your favorite television shows are Paw Patrol, Lion Guard, PJ Masks, Blaze and the Monster Machines, Captain Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse and Little Einsteins. The Good Dinosaur is your favorite movie and you ask to watch it over and over.
You are still the pickiest eater on the planet. It is so frustrating for your mama because we cook some yummy things and you refuse to try anything. Your favorite foods are string cheese, yogurt, cereal (thankfully we never have sweet ones in the house so you’re used to things like wheat squares and raisin bran), waffles, bagels with cream cheese, peanut butter and jelly, most fruit, peanut butter crackers, chips, pretzels, pizza, Mac n’ cheese, French fries and turkey dogs. You don’t have a huge sweet tooth, but you do love vanilla ice cream with M&M’s, Oreo type cookies, doughnuts and popsicles. You usually drink water or milk, and you love chocolate milk and lemonade as a treat. Your favorite color is blue. You are into clothes and like to help pick out what you are going to wear, except you don’t quite understand seasons. Right now you can’t understand why you can’t wear your favorite Spiderman sweater. Picking out your pajamas at night is always an ordeal, and again, you always pick out the super warm, fleece ones, even if it’s 80 degrees outside. You love stuffed animals and sleep with no less than 5 every night, along with your Jake and the Neverland Pirates blanket that Miss Judy made for you before we left Birmingham. You also always have to have a burp cloth when you go to sleep. You call this your “cloth” and it is basically your security blanket.
Some other stats – you weigh 39 pounds, are 3 feet and 3 inches tall, wear a size 3t or 4t depending on the brand, are in size 6 diapers (Lord willing, not for much longer because you NEED to be potty trained like, yesterday), size 9 in shoes. Your baby rolls are gone (sniff, sniff) and your tummy isn’t quite as round anymore. You now appear to be growing up rather than out;) You go to bed around 8:30, but you would stay up later if we let you. Right now as type this you are still awake and it is almost 9:30, but granted, we are on vacation. You wake up by 7 in the morning. You have an “OK to Wake Clock” that lights up green at 7 each morning, and that’s supposed to be your sign that you can get up and come in our room. 50/50 on whether this works, but you are very proud of yourself when you wait and always want us to come see your green clock. Some nights you come in our room at some point, but almost always go right back to sleep after daddy walks you back to your room. You don’t seem to get scared of the dark, but you sometimes wake up crying for us claiming that your foot/toe/finger/etc. hurts. Pretty sure this is a ploy;) Naps are somewhat hard to come by. Sometimes you will crash for 2+ hours, but there are a lot of days where you just skip nap all together. I feel like we are on the verge of saying sayonara to naps. You just don’t like to miss out on things. You are talking really well and we love communicating with you. You repeat everything we say, so we have to be very careful now. Some funny things you often say that always make us laugh are:
“That’s so cool!”
“Mommy, you’re so pretty!” (melt my heart)
“Shoo mercy!” (when you have a stinky diaper)
“Hey Maddie Lou” (Maddux) and “Eennie Bug” (Annie) every time we walk in the house
“I want white moo-moo and cha moo-moo” (white milk mixed with chocolate milk)
“I go see my fraands” (on our way to church or small group)
“Let’s go to Target!” (you love Target as much as your mama)
“Change my da-da” (diaper)
When we pick you up from school and ask you what you did that day, no matter what, and without fail, you always say, “I played with the big bus.”
You clap and cheer whenever mommy or daddy go pee-pee on the potty…”Yay mommy!” or “Yay daddy!” You also cheer when Maddux goes potty outside and every single day when we get home, you run in to see if Maddux had an accident in the house…”Yay! Maddie didn’t go poo-poo in the house!”
You can recite a few bible verses, count to 15’ish, sing your ABC’s and most of the Paw Patrol theme song. You sing a lot, although we don’t always know what it is. You’ll be watching a show and I’llhear you singing along with the songs.
You are learning to use “ma’am” and “sir”
You blame Annie for a lot of things…like if you come in our room at night, you’ll tell us that Annie was in your bed and woke you up, even though Annie has been in our bed the whole night. LOL! You’ll also make up stories about daddy “pinching you” when you get in trouble even though I was sitting right there and saw the whole thing.
It sounds silly, but my favorite thing is the way you say “yes.” It sounds like “yaas” and you say it with so much enthusiasm every time.
You tell us you love us multiple times a day and without being prompted. You are seriously the sweetest.
You definitely have a little southern twang:-)
We’ve been asking you if you want a sibling, mainly because a common topic of conversation around our house (and amongst friends and family) is when we are going to have another, and you always answer with a resounding “NO!” You are equal parts skeptical and curious when you’re around a baby, and you watch me very closely when I’m holding one. I can honestly say I don’t know how you would do, lol. You’ve had us all to yourself for three years now and we are definitely a very close family. The three musketeers for sure. We do so much fun stuff together. I mean, hello, look where we are right at this very moment?! This morning we will be boarding the Disney Dream! On your birthday! I often wonder how the dynamics would change if we added another kid to the mix. Would we still be able to do all these fun things and go to all these exciting places? I don’t want you to miss out on anything and I don’t want to have to pass on things because it’s just harder with two (and more expensive…). Your daddy and I still haven’t decided if the time is right to add to our family, but one thing I do know is that a new kid will have some very big shoes to fill. Although you certainly have your toddler moments, you are pretty awesome and one-of-a-kind for sure.
Asher Wade, you are so loved. If you know just one thing in your life, I want it to be that. Never doubt how much your daddy and I love you. Never doubt how much God loves you. You are special and “fearfully and wonderfully made” and you will use all your wonderful traits to do amazing things one day. I have to remind myself daily that your tenacity and fiery spirit just means you will be a great leader someday. Until then, we will just keep trying to reign it in without putting it out.
Happy Birthday, sweet boy! May “3” be your best year yet!