thoughts about max at 3...

i didn't really do a "reflective" 3 year old post...but i've been thinking about it a lot but kept putting it off...so here goes.

max,
i can't believe you are three years old already!  you are getting so big.  each and everyday with you is truly an adventure.

you are silly, sensitive, funny, curious, caring, and oh so smart.  you love playing sports...baseball and football are your favorite right now.  you often will start up a game with the "players" in the backyard, but you like playing with daddy and momma the most.  you like to read and have so many of your books memorized.  you love to play.  your favorite toys are your cars, buzz and woody, and your snuggle buddies.

you have an incredible memory.  we have been calling you "steel trap" lately.  you remember such specific facts, things that we did last year, and random events.  it's quite entertaining.

you are a cheese ball.  you love to dance, are starting to "pose" for pictures, will talk to anyone (especially the elderly), and are learning to tell jokes (but unfortunately you tell them like your dad!).

you have started to make friends in the neighborhood.  it's pretty precious.  they come and knock on our door and ask you to play.  you do such a good job being a nice boy and following directions that we usually let you do it.  i must admit, it was very hard on me the first time they invited you to play.  that had always been my job. :)

you have your own words for somethings.  the most recent example of this is the word "fore-bean."  someone threw a stuffed animal and it bonked you in the forehead.  your response, "momma, it hit me in the fore-bean."  dada has always called your head, your bean.  so, you took it upon yourself to create this word.  it's just too cute for us to correct you.

i am proud of you for giving up your nuk.  i know it was hard for you.  although i wish you were still taking naps, i'm glad you were able to be such a big boy and give up the nuk without too many tears.

you are just the most amazing little boy.  i am so glad that i get to be your mommy.  i'm happy that i am the one you want to hold you when you get hurt, i'm glad that i get to kiss you owies, and i'm so blessed that i get to learn so many things from you each and every day.

i love you...to the moon and back,

momma