My little monkey Baby is three today. (Don't even try to tell me that there's no resemblance. I can take it. He totally looks - and acts, for that matter - like a primate.)
(I guess this means I can't say that I'm postpartum anymore? That I'm still trying to lose my baby weight? Oh, and how old is your baby, Sarah? Uh, well, he's three.)
Since last year, you've come a long way, Baby!
You are now talking. Nonstop. To the point that I can't even believe that we had you evaluated last year. You are articulate to the point of ridiculousness. And you always have to have the last word. (
You are potty trained!
You are sleeping in a big boy bed!
Your favorite color is blue and your favorite food is whatever anyone else is eating. You constantly eat half of whatever Daddy and I happen to have on our plates. You are pretty partial to Mommy's plates of salad when she's dieting. (How many
You saw your very first movie in a theater this weekend (Kung Fu Panda). It didn't go well. You have absolutely NO attention span whatsoever. Thankfully Mommy smuggled in Starburst to
You are fresh. You are stubborn. You are physical. You never, ever give up. You love baseball (and are a natural) just like your biggest brother. You can be VERY naughty. And can run way too fast.
Yet you still love curling up on my lap with your thumb and your blue blankie. And being