Third Birthday

Another fun day here.

A day of celebration as a little man

is now three.

How can that be?

Honestly moving on from infanthood with him was a blessing.

As much as we loved him back then he was a terrible baby.

More work than the twins were and there was two of them.

That baby stage came and went

and into toddlerhood we jumped.

With both feet I might add as we had no idea

what "toddler boy" meant.

As long as more sleep was involved

we were ready for a change.

Baby Sam became Sammy

a little toddler who laughed, danced and bulldozed

through just about eveything.

One turned to two

Sammy started changing...

"I do it myself"

became the new mantra in our house.

But I held on...to the little boy part...

the part that wanted cuddles, nuks and milk before bed.

I couldn't let go...not just yet.

No longer is it Sammy.

It's "Sammy Big Boy"

One who must almost always do it himself.

Toddlerhood. Dare I write it or it may just come true?

It is gone.

Oh my.  Oh my.

Officially preschool age is our new stage.

And with it comes alot of change.

Sam is leading us down that road full throttle.

He is loud.

Active.

and likes to slide to a stop on his knees.

(think holes in the pants people...that and carpetburn)

Sam is so funny, corny, and cheesy

in his words, actions and facial expressions.

He is a lover of trucks, cars and trains

(or just about anything with wheels).

He loves to do manly things and be like Dad.

From raking leaves, to shoveling snow,

grocery shopping and

vacuuming the house

are all things the boys in our house do together.

Snacks and treats are his two food groups.

Nothing else is worth his time.

Lucky charms (just the charms) is his addiction

with fruit snacks as a close second.

Its bittersweet.

no baby.

no little boy.

Sammy big boy has arrived.

I don't know about Mike

But I am not ready.

That is evident in the fact that Sam is still in a crib.

We have not forced potty-training.

And yes, people he still has a nuk at night.

(don't tell our dentist)

I am ok with it...the holding back.

Maybe because I know he is the last

and he is my only little boy.

I love him for everthing he is.

I know things are changing

but for now I will relish the times

when the sweet big boy three year-old 

kisses me and says

"I love you Mama"

before I put him to bed at night.

Happy Birthday Sam!



4 days old

1st Birthday

2nd Birthday

 3rd Birthday