Friday, March 4, 2011
forever and for always, my baby turns 3!
3 years later,
you make me laugh every day.
brennan, give me my phone.
"no, my dear."
this is what you said to me on tuesday.
you love trucks.
water color painting.
you call them "binky monkey."
you LOVE tv.
especially jake and the neverland pirates.
and for the past two days,
you been crazy about dumbo.
you have watched land before time #3 and #6 a gazillion times in the last two months.
you love peanut butter.
this is why i know you are my child.
you have had over 20 haircuts.
you have the greatest hair.
you always have.
perectly pink lips.
and a little button nose.
and makes everyone stop and adore you.
you can almost always be cheered up or coaxed into doing something you don't want to if i threaten to tickle you.
it is really funny.
you have an amazing memory.
you have over 20 book memorized.
i love to watch you finish the story on the page if i start a few words first.
it makes the teacher in my happy:)
you are very cautious.
when you don't want to eat dinner you say,
"i give up."
we have no idea where you got that.
you physically shake when scary things happen,
even if you are ok.
you give the best kisses.
you pucker your lips and make a kissing sound.
it is wonderful.
then you wrap your arms around us and squeeze.
it is the best feeling.
you say "i love you too" when we say i love you.
but my very favorite is when i am leaving your room and you say out of the blue, "i love you very much mommy."
it is heaven.
you are stubborn.
you are still not potty trained.
i'm hoping you learn before college.
you say your prayers and you always say,
"all by myself" in a whisper when we try to help you because you want to do everything all by yourself.
you love to kiss and hug max.
you love to tackle your dad.
or anyone in general.
you love taking a bath.
and never want to get out.
you will eat any food if we tell you it is pirate food.
you will eat any food if we ask you if the dinosaur is hungry.
you are the dinosaur.
you love to be at home.
sometimes we will be starting the car in the garage to leave, and you will ask if we can go home.
you love watching movies.
you love to be naked.
last week i went into your room at midnight at you had unzipped your footie pajamas and taken them off.
you are really into puzzles right now.
you want to help with everything.
i am amazed at what you are capable of doing.
you are really good at sharing.
playing by yourself.
i can leave you downstairs in the morning for an hour while i shower, get dressed, and do my hair and not have to worry about you.
it is amazing.
you love to vaccum.
but it scares you when you accidentally get the long part stuck on your skin.
but really, who wouldn't get scared by that??
you love to have your feelings recognized.
empathy for your feelings ends your tantrums.
almost every time.
you ask for a hug in stressful situations.
you also ask for a binky, monkey, movie, chocolate milk, and a story all in one sentence when you are sad, tired, or have just been hurt.
you are a beast when you are hungry.
you are inconsolable when you are hungry AND tired.
me too my friend, me too.
you love your friends.
you ask me if you can go hang out with them sometimes.
you ask for them by name.
you love to play with other kids.
you ask for chocolate milk, but it is always just regular milk.
when you want chocolate in it, you mean you want a spoonful of ovaltine and you will tell me i've forgotten the chocolate, but that is very rare.
usually you just want regular milk, but you still call it chocolate milk.
you say, "cauk-ah-wilk."
you are a sugar-holic.
you always want treats.
you wanted cookies for breakfast.
you get mad when you can't have them.
you love playing airplane.
you love playing pirate.
you love playing with me during the day.
you push max around in a box.
or on the mcqueen car.
"pway wif me" is what you say.
building parking garages.
playing race cars.
"you be this one. i be this one" is what you say.
you know the names of dinosaurs: sharp tooth (t-rex), triceritops, and long neck (brontosaurus).
you love to play swimming away from the crocodiles.
you'll cook for me in your play kitchen.
you love fire trucks and buses.
you always tell me to "catch up" to them when we are driving on the road with one.
and get mad when i have to pull over if their sirens are on.
you want me to chase them.
in the morning,
you come into our room and stand by my bed to wake me up.
asking for chocolate milk, downstairs.
you never want to get into bed with me.
i wish you would.
you tell me to get up.
and then you say,
"i know you can do it. you can do it! get up!"
in a really sweet, motivating voice.
it is darling.
i still wish you would just get into bed with me.
you have NEVER fallen asleep in our bed.
not even as a baby.
you like your space when you sleep.
you have to be in a room with no one in it to fall asleep.
you expect "purple ice cream" (berry smoothie) when we go to costco.
you love pizza/soda night on fridays.
you like to make me pancakes.
you love to stand at the kitchen counter on my childhood stool and eat chocolate chips straight from the bag while i make pancakes.
you don't really ever want to eat the pancakes anymore.
just the chocolate chips.
even when i put them in the pancakes.
you'd rather just have the chocolate chips.
you ask for quesadillas almost every day for lunch.
you love the song "baby beluga."
it was my favorite at your age too.
i still remember singing it to you as a baby.
we would say "baby brennan" instead of "baby beluga."
now you stop me when i sing the "baby brennan" part and say,
"i not a baby, i a real boy. i a big boy. not a baby."
you can sing twinkle twinkle, the abc's, happy birthday, and the chorus to justin bieber's "baby" song.
you can dance to the beat.
and stay on beat.
you love to play pretend guitar with the Wii guitars.
especially with wilder.
you roll your eyes to the top of your head and turn around when you don't want to talk to someone.
we're in trouble.
you tell dad he is showering in mommy's shower, and that you want to watch a movie in mommy's house, on mommy's tv.
i secretly love it:)
you think dad's red chevy cavalier is a race car.
you worship your dad.
you worship his race car.
you think he drives lightening mcqueen.
it makes dad feel so special.
you are shy with new people for 5-10 min, and then you are playing with them and sitting in their lap.
you love playing motorcycle on our phones.
you love playing with our phones.
you LOVE to be read to.
you want to read the same story at least 3 times before we can move onto the next.
you are so
you speak so well.
you make me laugh.
you make me cry.
sometimes you make me want to scream.
you make me happy.
you make me love my life.
you make me proud.
you make me feel like the luckiest person to have ever lived.
i'm so thankful to have you in my life.
i love you my little baby brennan.
forever and for always my baby you'll be.