June 1, 2015 by Heather
I had big plans of writing this to you at the very least during your birthday month, but there goes May, here is June, and here we are. The best of intentions. You turned 3 a couple weeks ago, and you’ve been fully embracing what it means to be a “threenager” ever since (thanks to my friend Grace for that perfect term).
Your actual birthday was a little different this year — and a whole lot of fun! You were the ring bearer on that same day in Uncle Matt & Aunt Rebecca’s wedding, so we woke up in a hotel and made the most of it! Continental breakfast in bed, new Paw Patrol goodies (your favorite show), and a swim in the indoor pool with Dad. Later that evening you got to wear your suspenders and bow-tie to the wedding — an outfit you’d been excited about for some time. You kept popping your suspenders and saying “YEP!” You were adorable, if not a little talkative, all during the wedding (you even talked to yourself as you walked down the aisle with the ring box). I barely caught a word of the ceremony because I was trying to keep you as hushed as possible! We shared
a slice two slices of wedding cake during the reception and I sang happy birthday to you… my sweet boy.
You are somewhat of a crazy hyper energetic active hilarious aggressive independent little guy, so basically the same as always, just a year older. You speak in full sentences and we have awesome conversations, which I love. Even the infuriating ones where you ask what everything does (“What does nap time do? What does yellow do?” THEY DON’T DO ANYTHING OK), I love it.
We’ve always worked with you on using good manners, because they have the power to cover a world of crazy. At some point it clicked, and now you say “please” and “thank you” and “I’m sorry” at all the right times just about (a favorite of mine is when you say “that was my fault”). Of course, you also say “Don’t talk to me like that” and “Mommy don’t be like that,” so it balances out in the end. You also pick your boogers, make yourself burp, and laugh at fart sounds.
You really like to watch television, which is something I really have to control, because you would absolutely watch Paw Patrol and Blaze & the Monster Machines all the day long. You love playing games on the iPad too. Limiting your screen time is harder than I thought it would be, for no other reason than the fact that it’s easy to sit you down in front of a show so I can get stuff done. So we’re working on it. Daddy is the same way, so I tend to be the bad guy when it comes to turning the TV off (he fully supports the screen-control efforts though, however reluctantly, ha). It is what it is.
You always, ALWAYS, want a snack. You would snack the day away and never eat a proper meal. I’ve learned that you eat meals better if they are more like whole plates of snacks. You eat pretty well and like a wide variety of foods for the most part, so I can’t complain. Right now your favorites are strawberries, blueberries, yogurt, bread w/butter, Mexican food, carrots, sunflower seeds, hot dogs (again, it is what it is), and peanut butter. You also have a tender spot for french fries and donut holes, a boy after my own heart. You do NOT like pizza, sandwiches, or cheese. Weirdo.
This is going to be a very big year for you, son. Your baby brother will be here in 7 weeks, and while you seem excited about it now, I’m sure it will be somewhat of a transition for you. This morning we went to the library and checked out some books about getting a new baby sibling, so maybe those will help you begin to get somewhat mentally ready. We’re all in this together, and I am so looking forward to watching you be a big brother.
I want to take a minute to say something that might be a little bit weird sounding to you, Parker, and you might never quite understand it until you have a child of your own someday. Thank you. Thank you for loving me in your sweet little boy way, for telling me that I’m the best, for asking me to snuggle, for finally keeping your underwear dry, for showing me grace these past few months even when you didn’t know what you were doing, and for giving the very best hugs and kisses ever (that pucker!). On the flip side, thank you for driving me absolutely crazy to the point of (gently) banging my head against the wall and locking myself in the bathroom for three minutes of solitude, thank you for stretching me to my limits and for forcing me to practice the negative amount of patience I possess, and thank you for being so freaking active that I literally have no chance of ever keeping up with you — 7 months pregnant or not.
You are every ounce of exactly who God made you to be, and I am so thankful. Bear with me as I continue to become the mother He wants me to be.
I love you, my darling boy, my first born, my wild child.