Your third birthday came in with a bang-yet another trip to a medical specialist. I was excited for your three year check up-you had been eating well, playing well, I was sure you had grown and you hadn't even been sick in a while. But then they put you on the scale and my heart sank a little. 26 pounds, 14 ounces. Less than you weighed six months ago. So, we were sent off to a pediatric cardiologist, where, once again, your heart murmur was declared benign, after a bunch of tests were run. "A loud heart murmur, heard on both sides of the heart... Valves that aren't sealed yet, allowing blood to flow backwards with each beat... Not uncommon for a three year old, just uncommonly loud because of the leanness of this three year old." Little man, gain weight, you are worrying everybody. You still wear 18 month clothes. You and Brooklynn are officially in the same size clothing. You have been extremely inexpensive to dress, that's for sure.
You play the day away, reading books, playing pretend with Ryann, riding your bike and trike EVERY CHANCE YOU GET, playing with toy cars, tractors, digging machines, play-doh and paint. You are currently OBSESSED with a little pink teddy bear that you have named "Anna" and you know where she is every moment of the day. You tuck her in next to you at bedtime, you tuck her into your car seat with you on car rides, you tell me all about what she is thinking, how she is feeling, what she wants to do for play. Even Brooklynn knows she is yours and will return her to you if she happens upon her laying around the house. You can count to 15 and can recognize the letters in your name. Your favorite color is currently pink. You want to wear your snow boots everywhere (it's 70 degrees outside... they don't go well with shorts), but you hate when I make you wear socks with them. (When you don't, your feet stink.) You say you are going to be a basketball player when you grow up. You shoot the ball around whenever someone will join you.
Sweet son, I didn't know what I was getting in to when you were born. People told me all sorts of horror stories about boys being rambunctious and defiant and so challenging. But you, sir, are not those things. You are kind, you are gentle, you are affectionate, you are sensitive. You hate being in trouble. You help whenever someone is working on something. You are going to make on incredible husband some day. Or you are going to live in our basement until you are forty. Either way, it's whatever. :D Just kidding.