In less than four months, you will be three years old.
At two and a half, while the thought makes me weepy, I already know the song I likely want to dance with you at your wedding: Michael Buble’s, I Haven’t Met You Yet. You’re a big fan, and we dance together to it at least a few times a week.
You tell Daddy you’re still a baby because Momma says so. Right on, dude!
Instead of introducing yourself as Brennan, you say your name is Buzz. You are one determined aviator.
My leg has been a good hiding appendage for you when you’re shy or unsure. People may not get a ‘hello’ from you right away, but more likely a hand shake. Sometimes you’ll throw in a ‘nice to meet you’.
No longer do you sleep with your pacis! We are so proud of you and celebrated big time with lunch at Mighty Fine, and you got to scope out Toys R’ Us for a toy of your choosing (within a certain price range). We thought you’d get the much talked about Mack truck from Cars, but you found a box with a number of Toy Story characters and held onto it saying, “Take this home.”
“I did it!”; “Look at me.”; “Mys" (Mine) are frequent phrases we hear pass your lips. We’re grateful that “please” and “thank you” also grace our ears. You’ll smile and say, “excuse me”, after you burp or toot sometimes. It’s pretty cute.
You’re sweet on your sister and call her “Little Missy”. You get upset at her for crying occasionally, but in the next moment you’ll push away a little girl who got too close to “Mys sister”. You nearly gave me a panic attack the other day when you took a leaping jump over her. But oh, you are an incredible big brother, and Kensington adores you!
You love, “Mys school!” and declare such every time we pull up to it. Cooper is your favorite buddy there. I hope my incessant asking of questions when I pick you up is something you get used to so it doesn’t annoy you the older you get. You make me swoon when you run into my arms saying, “Mommy!” when you see me. The word your teachers use to describe you: sweet.
Your teachers, Miss Kellie and Miss Shannon, sure knew what Mommy needed last week: a bird’s eye view of what you’re up to at school. I thought my heart was going to burst with joy last week when Uncle Mac, Kensie and I brought you lunch to eat together. We got a sneak peak into your Spanish time and cheered your class on while hitting the piñata for Fiesta Day.
I treasure your desire for cuddles, kisses and hugs. Physical touch is most definitely one of your love languages, as is quality time.
These two other boys are some of your best buds: Evan and Alex. (Edited to add: Most of your fits and tantrums are related to saying we need to stop playing and go inside for dinner).
You’re one big kid. People think you’re at least 3 or 4. I bought you size 5T clothes for fall/winter!
You have thick, blonde hair, just like your Momma did when she was a little girl. I’m praying you’ll let the lady cut your hair this weekend and not have a fit like you did last time.
Animals are a favorite interest of yours, especially lions, giraffes, and elephants. Maybe you’ll go to Africa one day.
You love to sing! Before bed you ask to sing “Alleluia”, “Jesus Loves Me”, or “Goodnight, Goodnight”. Other favorites are “Let’s Go Fly a Kite”, “A Spoonful of Sugar Helps the Medicine Go Down”, “The Wheels on the Bus”, “ABC’s”, and “Itsy Bitsy Spider”.
We’re starting some Scripture memory. You seem to have your Momma’s memory, which is a very good thing…so says Daddy who doesn’t have the greatest memory <grin>.
Books, books, books. You still love books and can focus on them for a long period of time.
If you watch something on television, you either ask for Sesame Street or Thomas the Train. As for movies, you’re still on a kick with Cars, Toy Story, or the racing scenes from Secretariat.
You’re tender-hearted, but full of vim and vigor at the same time. I have perfected my ball throwing, flying skills, summersaulting (my neck can attest to such), and tackling skills. You ask me to tickle you all the time.
We got to work together on your first take-home art project for school. Your momma was stoked! It was a family tree, and you chose a different art for each person of our family, including Molly.
For the past six months, you have nick-named me your “Jessie Girl” (from Toy Story). You have me at, “Play Toy Story together, Momma.”
Your vocabulary has taken off! I am amazed at the conversations we have. You’re still not sure though how to answer ‘why’ questions.
Oh, Brennan, my angel boy, you are FUN! Full of life and kindness. There’s no other place in this world I’d rather be than by your side watching you grow and learn; there’s no one else I’d rather be than your “Jessie girl”. You have my love forever and always. I love you deeply, Momma. <Yodel-eh-he-who!>
