Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Thou Shall Remember

My baby boy turns 3 in a few days and it makes me want to freeze time.  I never want to forget his little voice and sweet laugh.  The "terrible two's" as they are called, aren't terrible at all.  There were definitely trying moments, but it was a fantastic year.  A year of firsts; the first time Lucas jumped, the first time he slept in a big boy bed - which was preceded by the first time he climbed out of his crib.  This was the year he potty trained, and gave up his binky, and had his first trip to Disney World. He learned (some of) the colors, he started playing pretend, he started singing songs, he learned to ride a tricycle, and he made his first fort out of blankets. His favorite colors are red and pink, his favorite TV shows are "Max and Ruby" and "the Wiggles." He plays his drum set that Santa gave him nearly everyday and he likes to dump all the toys out of his toy box most days also.  He weighs 29 lbs,  which he and I call  "29 pounds of cute" and at his 3 year check up the doctor said Luke is just on the shorter side of average for his height.

I have several nicknames for him, one of which is my little noisemaker.  He talks and talks, and when he has run out of things to say he starts to sing. I recently asked him to be quiet for a minute and he responded "I don't want to be quiet, la la la la la." When I pick him up from his babysitter I always ask about his day, lately he decided the proper response is "I don't want to talk about it" then he will tell me about the whole week when he is ready. He makes up stories and doesn't forget anything you say to him. He asks endless questions, and repeats everything He nods his head and says "Yeah" to try to change my mind when I tell him "no."

Some of my favorite phrases he uses are:
"I want you to lay with me for a couple whiles" - anytime he doesn't want to go to bed
"Is I going?" - whenever we talk about plans that we have.
"I need to run"
"I not your baby anymore"
"I will do it" - his independence is starting to show.
"I want to go to Monica, Marlee's" - he loves his cousins and always wants to go to their house.
"This door is always locked!" - He gets frustrated because the door to the garage is chain locked so he can't escape.

I also call him "Danger." He earned this nickname as well.  He creates dangerous situations from perfectly normal circumstances.  He will see something - a chair, a couch, etc. and then climb up it, just to jump off of it. He scares me daily, so I decided to tell him to "be careful with my guy," so he will tell me " I being careful with your guy" even when he clearly is not. He loves the pool and the beach playing at the park.

I also call him "Love."  Luke and I snuggle all the time, he will still ask me to snuggle.  Most mornings when I drop him off we kiss, hug, fist pump, blow it up, high five, then hug again.  I love every second of it.  He is a lover, and he wants to kiss and hug everyone - especially babies. This is entirely my fault and I do have to tell him not to kiss every baby he sees. But since it means I get lots of hugs and snuggles, I wouldn't change a thing.

It is true that you don't know how much you can love until you have a child.  Watching my son grow up is amazing.  I think I love him more each day.  I am truly blessed to have him.  So happy 3rd birthday to Lucas,  I know this coming year will bring as many wonderful memories as the last.