Time is moving at hyper warp speed these days. It might be caused by the over booking of our schedules but whatever the reason my sweet baby boy is quickly approaching 3.
He is also moving into the terrible threes. He is overly independent one moment and the next moment he needs to hold my hand or 'hold you me' as he says to make sure he is safe.
He worries we are going to leave him and I have had to tell him this week that we will always come back and get him. We go through the places we might leave him and he finishes the phrase with- you come back and get me. For example. I say: Mama and Daddy will take you to church, and he says - you come back and get me. Then I say: We take you to Sadie's house, and he follows with: you come back and get me. We then continue through all the places, the sitter's house, his DD and Papaw's house, his Mamaw's house. It is crazy but he just needs to be reassured we are not going to leave him without coming back.
He is completely potty trained, no pull ups for about the last three months. When we came home from the beach in July we stopped putting them on him at night and he has been great, no accidents.
He loves a hamburger and prefers my mom to make him a slider on Hawaiian Rolls for him, they are small and he can hold them himself. I think he likes the independence. He also loves to drink Orange Crush at my mom's as well. She better be bringing him tooth brushes and more tooth paste for Christmas at the rate she feeds him whatever his heart desires.
He is tough as nails. Falls don't really bother him. He dropped a weight on his foot this weekend while he was 'working out' he said and he cried for about a minute and was fine after that.
He still loves a train but enjoys watching Mickey Mouse clubhouse now, too.
He wears a size 2T but I'm buying him 3T now so he has room to grow. His latest shoes are a size nine. I hope they make it through the winter.
His hair is out of control. As long as he has gel in it, it looks manageable, but without he looks like Bozo the Clown.
He doesn't like choir on Wednesday nights and he does better at Mission Friends if I'm not in the room.
He tells me his Daddy is his best friend, his best buddy, and his favorite. Sometimes he will tell me I'm his best girl.