Friday, March 2, 2012

My baby is 3...

Wow. Rece is 3!

I can't believe my little man is 3 years old. He is the light of my life. He is such a smart little guy - what I love most about him is how great he communicates - we can have complete conversations and we really have been able to for a while. And yet there are still a few words that he says in a cutesy baby way like: "grill" for girl, "coughcloth" for washcloth, and "aminal" for animal. I don't correct him because secretly I don't want him to say these last few words right just yet. He talks like a the born and raised Pennsylvanian that he is - he pronounces his "O"s like "A"s - cracks us up.

He is such lover. Hugs and kisses and "I love you's" that he closes his eyes for when he hugs you - showing real little people emotion and not just saying words. He likes "family hugs".

He is getting to the "don't help me, I can do it myself" phase. I have to remind myself that this phase means things are going to take longer and I am learning patience.

He loves trucks, trains and dinosaurs.

He is getting closer to being potty trained - please let him be potty trained by May....

He already loves his baby sister to be - Ava. He kisses my belly and talks about her says "My baby is going to be so cute!" I can't wait until he becomes a big brother, he is going to be great at it.

He loves his new preschool room and is doing fantastic. Although he often informs me that "Writing R's is hard"

I have to admit I am trying not to think about what it will be like to add a baby into the mix. I feel like we have just gotten to the point with Rece where we things have calmed down, we are in the grove with this parenting thing....an then there were two....