it reminds me of the pop the weasel game at chuck-e-cheese {38 weeks}

{measuring 39 weeks--he's finally slowed up, hooray.}

...

you love to lay on your right side.

head down, butt up,

with your feet out straight on the left side of my belly.

you don't like your legs up close to your belly.

just nice and stretched out.

i remember seeing this during your ultrasound too.

you get the hiccups when i get flustered or stressed.

you sleep.

for long periods of time.

and then you wake up for a little bit,

push your legs out straighter,

push your butt up and out,

and then push down with your head until i feel like you're going to fall out.

and then you usually go back to sleep.

i had a dream that you had black hair.

lots of it.

i can't wait to see if you do.

you left two new stretch marks right above my belly button to the right side,

but i don't care because they go away anyway.

and even if they don't, i still don't care.

i will always remember you were there.

today, when dr nielson measured you with his tape measure, 

i told him i wasn't worried about you being 10 pounds anymore 

because you've gone from 38 to 38.5 to 39 the last three weeks, 

and he said he wasn't either,

and i knew we were both telling the truth,

not just wishful thinking.

i wonder if you will be skinnier than your brothers.

because you feel more pokey and boney like maxine did.

not as thick as i remember brennan and chase feeling.

except i KNOW you're not going to be a 7 pounder.

and my belly feels JUST as heavy as it did with brennan and chase.

so i'm wondering if you'll be somewhere in the high 8's.

but my head tells me you're probably going to be in the 9's.

sometimes you kick so hard it hurts.

you're strong.

you're so strong.

and sometimes i have to push your foot back into place 

because it's poking so far out on my left side.

it reminds me of the pop the weasel game at chuck-e-cheese.

ha!

i have your blankets and baby clothes all washed.

and a little elephant binky holder.

it's grey with white polka dots.

and has the cutest little elephant trunk that stretches out to hold your binky in place.

i can't wait for them to lay you on my chest,

and feel your warm little body on mine.

the birth day is always the most exciting day of this entire time we've been dreaming of you.

see you next saturday pal;)

HBD Baby Man {3}

dear chase,

you are forever my baby man.

with chub-a-chubs for daaaaayzzzz.

my favorite place to kiss you is your upper lip.

i love your big fat neck and your delicate ears.

you have red hair with blonde patches.

the longer your hair, the more red it looks.

you have little freckles that started this year on your nose.

like little auburn spinkles on the bridge of your nose between your eyes.

i'm in love with your colors.

you are the sweetest child.

we call you King Cuddle.

you hate it.

you usually yell at us "doooon't callll me KING!! CUDDLE!!!!"

really high pitched and mad.

you mostly boss us around all day.

especially me.

i adore you for it.

you hate all vegetables.

i will keep trying.

this week you finally started eating carrots.

and also, sometimes you poop in the potty.

you are the funniest kid.

i remember when you were born,

like 30 seconds old,

thinking you looked like you had a good sense of humor.

i was soooo right.

you make us laugh and laugh and laugh.

the comedian with no fear.

that's what i tell people about you.

i love the way you say "uh huh!"

it's the sweetest sound with the most darling little inflection,

and you say it instead of yes every time.

when you are all grown up i will miss hearing you say it, i just know it.

you love whipped cream in your mouth straight from the can.

you will go open the fridge, open you mouth, say "ah ah", and point into your open mouth and then at the whipped cream can and just look at me with eyes i just can't say no to.

sometimes i say no, you throw yourself onto the ground and sob.

then you ask me to hold you.

you would cuddle all day.

it's your favorite thing on the planet.

you love blankets, sippies with milk, and your "B".

you love to rub the tag of your blue dog binky on your nose, your face, your ear hole,

on other people's faces if you REALLY like them.

you will not eat a booger.

ever.

you will always bring them to me on your finger or your B tag and patiently wait for me to get a kleenex. i greatly appreciate this trait in you, and wonder when the other kids will stop picking their noses and eating it.

you have this little dance move where you sort of hop forward around the room like you're galloping with one foot, dragging the other one behind.

it's hilarious and we all laugh until we cry because you're just so cute doing it.

there was never a sweeter baby than you.

of course your siblings are sweet, but there's something extra special about you and your sweetness.

i've never seen a more kind hearted, nurturing child ever.

you LOVE babies and puppies.

you will sit and hold a baby for 15 minutes and not move.

you just want to sit and hold them, kiss their heads, and rock them.

i've never seen anything like it.

you are pretty much a puppy.

you love to dig the dirt up with your hands so it goes back between your legs.

you roll around on the ground and love your belly scratched.

you fetch pretty well,

and you love to run around in circles.

you put your blue car bucket over your head so you can't see and walk into walls because it makes people laugh and you like that.

you belly laugh the entire time.

like i said, comedian.

you are friendly to everyone.

you wave, you say hello.

all the time.

you make people happy.

just having you around can lift the saddest person into a happy place.

it's a gift, i'm convinced.

for real.

you come up to dad and me in the kitchen, hug one leg of each of us and say "i love you guys."

then snuggle into our legs and cuddle there for a bit.

i will forever remember you carrying your sippy of milk under your arm like a football everywhere you go.

no child has ever loved milk like you.

or a binky.

it's an intense relationship, and i have ever intention of letting you have it for the rest of the year.

no worries my friend, i'm on your side.

you call max "mama max."

she is your best friend.

you come out of your room in the mornings, shut your door {this is how we know it's you who's up when we hear the sound of the door closing in the hall}, and then come in and yell at us for milk and max.

you think you're 7.

like really.

you talk like you're 7.

it's really funny, except when you say the naughty things that the big kids have taught you.

you love looking at yourself in other people's sunglasses.

UP REEEEAAALLLL CLOSE.

you love to bury your face into my shoulder, but NOT with my hair there.

you insist on sweeping it away.

there cannot be even a single strand.

you like 4 breakfasts,

one bite of lunch,

and basically no dinner.

which usually ends with us giving you bread and butter before bed.

you love to eat butter straight.

i once caught you a fourth of the way through a cube on the counter.

you love spiderman.

also, you love to dress up in princess and fairy clothes with max.

you love baby dolls and cars.

i've never seen a boy love cars like you.

if you don't get your 2 hours of driving cars around the coffee table a day you're just not fully acclimated to your day.

you HATE being left out.

you're a very thorough hand washer.

up to the elbows every time.

you want to do everything BY YOURSELF.

period.

about a week ago i've finally been able to start reasoning with you.

heaven.

usually i say you do this.

you say no.

i say you do this and threaten to take away something or say i'm going to come get you to do it.

then you say, "oooohhhhh---kkkaaaaaayyyyy."

and come do what i've asked.

except when you won't,

which is usually when we are late to pick someone up from school.

or i'm trying to get to the grocery store before it's time to pick someone up from school.

you love to nap.

i think it's mostly because you know you're getting your B.

you can climb like nobody's business.

so strong it's amazing.

you can hoist yourself up onto anything,

climb up anything,

and i pretty much think you're capable of pull ups on the monkey bars right now.

you love treats and sweets.

if you see a treat or sweet or a kid on the side of the road you will very passionately say, "I LOVE THAT!!!!!"

your favorite movie is cars 2.

you ask to watch it every morning when brennan leaves for school.

you went through a big hero 6 phase for about a week,

and then you returned to cars 2.

you love your mcqueen car and your "miss-aisle" car.

you panic when you don't know where they are.

you hate getting into your carseat.

you love to be naked.

you love peeing outside.

you love buzz lightyear.

he's the only thing that's gotten you to poop on the potty with any sort of consistency.

once i figure THAT out it was 99% of the battle solved.

your face is just so so so so cute.

i love to watch you play,

i love to watch your face do anything.

you love to run.

you love to ride your trike out front.

you jump on the tramp like a big kid,

and when the big kids slam into you,

you come running for me with big crocodile tears,

ask me to hold you,

and where is your binky and your milk.

every time.

you love to be held.

just like when you were a baby.

i love to hold you.

i love to cuddle you.

in the mornings you climb into bed with me,

curl up in my chest and overgrown baby belly,

and just lay there for as long as i will let you.

saturdays we can last an hour if we don't have to go anywhere.

you don't need anything except your binky and to be covered in my blankets.

i love it more than anything right now.

you love to be read to.

especially mater, mcqueen, and super hero books.

you love the library.

it used to be because of the toys,

but now you get that you can bring home books and you love to pick them out and then demand specific books you remember picking out.

your memory is amazing.

even at 3 you will tell me something you remember from 6 months ago.

you know the way to grandma carol's house,

and when we get within 6 blocks you start yelling, "we go to gamma carol house?!?! i WUV that!"

you still make the same newborn sounds you made when you were a tiny newborn baby.

i love those little sounds.

you remember everyone's names always.

from brennan's friends, to the secretary at his school, to the workers in our house finishing the basement, to all of the kid's friends, and you always say hello and goodbye to everyone.

you love to be outside.

you can play toys by yourself for hours.

you have two little friends in the neighborhood you play with.

you call everyone "ethan" like your cousin ethan.

they are the only names you don't remember, but one of your friend's names is IAN, so it sounds like ethan and it just works.

you love to "go to friend's house and PAY cars."

your favorite breakfast is pancakes.

if you don't like something you just spit it out, with your tongue hanging out.

there's no talking you into eating something you don't like.

this pretty much drives us nuts.

you call dusty crophopper "dusty POP-HOPPER."

that was your favorite movie for a month straight.

it may have been a more serious addiction than cars 2...

you are my most opinionated child, which says a lot coming from this family.

you are the first gibson that got to just be a baby.

i have never enjoyed a baby like i've enjoyed you.

also, you've been my hardest kid for the last 8 months,

mostly because you've been completely NOT bribe-able,

and i don't really know what to do with that,

so you cried a lot, and i cuddled you a lot after you were done crying on the floor a lot,

and it was pretty great when you finally stopped crying a lot.

you turned me into a real bonefied grown up.

made me a grown woman of sorts.

at least where motherhood crosses over from youthful playing house to this crap's for real now.

and i mean that in a GOOD way.

in the most meaningful way my heart can probably never express into words kind of way.

our bond is so strong right now.

i know you love me more than anyone in your life.

it's amazing.

i wish it could last forever.

you ask me to put you to bed every night.

then you kiss me, hug me, and when i'm walking out you tell me you love me.

i love you baby man chase ray.

happy birthday.

love, mom

above: the "he looks like he's gonna have a good sense of humor" picture.

i can't believe how little brennan and max were.

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without further ado...

i give you 

chase's 3rd "birthday day"!

which is what he called it all day long.

"it my birthday day! i one!"

the end.

the chase sketch.

dear chase,

personality.

that's what i say when people ask me what you're like.

and lots of it.

you twist your tongue over upside down.

all the time.

everywhere and anywhere.

i remember sitting in 7th grade science class and learning that it's genetic to be able to do that.

i can't do it.

dad can.

there ya go;)

you love to sit in your robe after a bath.

you love to be cuddled up in a blanket with your "B".

you love to sit on my lap and be read to.

you love to let me sing you songs before bed,

and always give me a kiss and big "squish" before i put you in your crib.

sometimes when you say goodbye to people or want to send a kiss from a few feet away,

you suck in the sides of your lips,

and make a big kiss sound with your mouth.

it is one of my favorite things you do.

you are always smiling.

you are a happy happy guy.

you run like a flopping fish.

you trip over your feet a lot because of this.

i have a really good impersonation of it.

it makes dad laugh really hard.

you love max like a girlfriend.

you love to go down slides with her at the park,

sitting in her lap with her hands around your neck.

you let her dress you up in all of her princess dresses.

sometimes it's her idea,

and sometimes you bring them to her to put on you,

and then you hand her one to put on for herself.

you want to be just like brennan and do everything he does.

you know how to fight back and defend yourself.

you hit and throw.

and your face gets really mad.

mostly when we tell you no.

but you're so so cute when you do it.

then i put you in time out.

and you're still really cute in time out.

there was never a cuter screaming 2 year old in time out.

you LOVE cars.

trucks.

trains.

crashing sounds,

roaring sounds,

elephant sounds,

bears,

tigers,

giraffes.

you love every animal.

and babies.

you are so so soft and sweet with babies.

i never knew a little boy could be so soft and sweet with babies.

you love to pat them softly,

give them a tender look with your baby blue eyes,

and a soft hug from the side.

it makes me melt.

you call kids that are your age "baby" and cuddle them like you are SO much older than them.

you love to color with markers.

you are really possessive.

especially with markers and cars.

but really i think you are just so used to having people take things from you all of the time that you just like to guard things with your life on the chance that someone might be trying to take away what's yours.

third child:)

you love the movie CARS.

we can't even say the word unless we are completely ready and prepared to put it on because it's like opening the flood gates.

no turning back.

when you get really excited you run in place,

make a sound that gets higher and higher pitched as you suck in air,

but not in a loud way,

just in really really adorable excited with every passing second way.

like no boy has ever been excited for something ever as you are right at that minute.

it is the funniest thing to watch.

and it always makes everyone around you burst with joy.

you hate hats.

HATE.

but you like wearing hoods.

there is a difference.

you love wearing sweatshirts.

especially brennan's.

you make me roll up the sleeves,

and then refuse to take them off.

you know when you're cold,

and will come up to me and say "wooooo" and do arm actions for cold to tell me you want a coat on.

you do things like a 5 year old.

you will not sit in any kind of a booster seat or high chair.

not for the last 6 months.

i like not having to have one strapped to my kitchen chair.

you will sit in time out in the corner and not get up.

you will scream and cry, but you won't get up.

then when time out is done you will say "saw-wee",

give me a hug, and kiss, and be on your way.

you will stop doing naughty things if i threaten you with time out 99% of the time.

i can bribe you with anything sweet.

especially with whipped cream.

you understand that if this happens then this will happen.

which makes reasoning with you soooo much easier than max and brennan ever were at this age.

bless you.

you love to cuddle.

you are my cuddliest baby.

i could hold you wrapped around my body like a monkey all day every day for the rest of my life.

i love it when you wrap your arms and legs around me like a monkey because when you're hooked onto me like that i don't even have to hold you because you are so strong LIKE A MONKEY that you don't need me to even hold on.

i love it when you sit on my lap and cuddle into my bare neck.

and breathe on me.

i love your red hair and blue eyes.

people will stop in their tracks at the store to come up and compliment me on your hair.

it is the most beautiful strawberry red hair.

when it's greasy or wet it is a much darker red.

i love to put gel in your hair on sundays and comb it to one side.

you look like such a little gentlemen.

in the sun it looks more blonde.

it's magician hair.

always changing color on us.

you love your boots.

you ask to wear them, and call them "boo's".

you have so many words.

more than 50 that you use all by yourself.

you are a parrot with everything else you hear.

brennan and max love to tell you to say millions and millions of words.

you say it back to them right away,

and then they laugh at you,

and you say it again.

their favorite words to tell you to say are poop, poopy, pee,

you know, great stuff like that.

you love to make them laugh.

which is why i think all 3rd children might just be trained to be comedians from birth order alone.

your dad was a third child.

point made.

you speak in sentences as of the last month.

even strangers can understand what you are saying.

you say funny things.

very mater of a fact.

you love to play pretend with max and brennan.

brennan likes it when you play dead for him in the ninja game.

max likes you to twirl like ballerinas with her.

you do it all with them,

with no regard for gender specificity.

so cultured you are;)

it makes me smile.

you love to hold hands with max in the car.

one time you held hands with her all the way to the zoo.

milk is your favorite drink.

you would drink a gallon of milk a day if we let you.

not exaggerating.

you would rather drink milk than eat food.

you went on a hunger strike for almost a month last month because you only wanted milk "mil-mil"!

then you couldn't poop for 5 days,

and then you did,

and i finally decided i'd better not let you have that much milk anymore.

you get really mad,

scream and cry by the fridge,

begging for your milk,

and it is so so so cute.

you drink your milk like you have been walking through the sahara desert, 

fasting for 40 days and 40 nights every time you drink it.

every time.

panting for air after each long set of gulps.

like there was no man thirstier than you on the entire planet.

it's hysterical.

you are happy all of the time.

except when you're hungry.

then you cry for no apparent reason,

and i can't figure out why you're crying because nothing really bothers you,

and then all of a sudden i realize it's because you're hungry,

give you food,

and you act like some kind of animal that hasn't eaten in months.

you despise being rushed.

you have been this way since the day we brought you home from the hospital.

too bad you're the third child and you're life is usually rushed.

you laugh when people laugh.

you cry at sad parts in movies.

like when we took you to frozen on brennan's birthday and anna froze,

your eyes teared up with a pool of tears,

and then a glistening tear fell down your face.

you have the best facial expressions.

you love to play with the big kids.

you are obsessed with lightening "ma-keen" and "made" {mater},

and anything planes and trains {"too-too"}.

you love to push cars around the coffee table,

and smash and crash things out of your way.

you will play cars for HOURS all by yourself.

you say hi when people walk by you in the grocery store,

you love to talk on the phone,

and always say "bye" clear as night and day.

you love to sleep.

when i put you in your bed you roll onto your side with your "B" {blue dog binky}, 

barney, and a blankie, and go right to sleep.

you take a 3 hour nap every day,

and sleep almost 12 hours every night.

sometimes i wonder if you're not really asleep in there,

that maybe you're just so happy to lay there and suck on your binky in your own peace and quiet,

but most of the time when i check on you,

you are still totally passed out and asleep.

sometimes you are awake and laying on your back staring up at the cowboys and horsies on your curtains enjoying your binky though;)

you aren't trying to climb out of your crib yet.

see previous binky peace and quiet comments.

i can take you anywhere and i know you will be good.

i never worry about taking you anywhere.

you play at the park like a big kid with max and brennan like you are the same age as them,

and will swing in the baby swing for an hour if i let you.

you say "cheese" for pictures, and it reminds me of how max did that when she was 2.

it's so cute.

you know what's going on.

you just know what's up almost all of the time.

and it always surprises me how much you are "with it."

you ask for kleenexes.

wipe up when you drip milk out of your cereal bowl.

and ask to have your hands and face wiped off when they are sticky.

you are tall.

you love it when your dad comes home from work.

you whip around the corner and all but launch yourself down the little stairs to get to him before anyone else.

you cry and sob every day when he leaves for work,

and ask for him when i get you out of your crib on the mornings when he's already left.

you love to shoot cade's star war's guns.

susie gave you the white one that lights up because after two hours of shooting it out front,

it was just obvious that you were meant for it and it was meant for you.

sometimes i find you hiding in the coat closet with it just shooting it in the dark so you can see the blue and orange lights better in there.

you love to sleep in my closet.

when grandpa ryan comes to stay with us you run a little faster to hurry into your bed because you just love sleeping in the dark of our closet so very much.

you make growling sounds, and laugh at yourself,

and light up any sad day that anyone in our family is having.

it's a gift.

one of your special gifts you were born with.

that's what i believe.

you call me "momeee" and hold out the "e" sound at the end so long.

i don't ever get tired of hearing you say it.

you are my only baby that calls me that.

you love a bath.

10 hours in the bath would still not be a long enough bath for you.

you hate to be left out.

you always want to be included.

third child:)

you love to push trucks

watch trucks

tractors

the garbage truck in the mornings

the mail truck in the afternoon

any kind of truck

you don't discriminate against any truck.

you love to wrestle with brennan.

he body slams you,

you cry,

but you don't want to stop.

you're tough.

you love tee-vee.

anything on it you love.

pbs nightly news

kid movies

main title screen on dvds that aren't even playing.

just stick you in front of the glowing tube and it's like you're a mosquito headed to the light.

if you hear the word treat, cookie, cake, anything sweet you come runnin'.

you open your mouth really big and say "ah-ahhh" and point with your finger just to make sure we know you're interested in having whatever we have in your mouth.

your favorite word is "NO".

sometimes you will say "no" even when you mean yes just because it's always you're first response to everything.

it's super super funny.

even when it's not.

brennan says his favorite thing about you is that you do whatever he does.

max's favorite thing to do with you is hug you and go outside with you.

my favorite thing to do with you is kiss your lips and hug your chubby body, and have you lay your head on my shoulder with a blanket snuggled up around you, and play cars with you.

daddy's favorite thing to do with you is play with you and tickle you, and listen to you laugh.

we love you

LOVE YOU

LOVE YOU

chaser man!!!!

and then i got about 30 pictures of him smiling in his birthday crown.

yesssssss.

i know i'm a genius. i know:)

i just kept giving him whipped cream shots between every three pictures.

win.

{note: birthdays after day light SAVIN time=still light outside. who knew?}

tonight i realized that this is it.

it doesn't get any better than this!

loads of cousins and grandparents and aunts and uncles stuffing my house full on my kid's birthdays.

better than any themed party.

just faces that i love all around and a store bought over priced decorated cake from harmon's.

and cookies.

cause sometimes i also make cookies.

or just this one time.

whichever.

{p.s. these were STUPID GOOD.}

...

and in 5 years when everyone's off on missions,

getting married,

moving away,

and so on and so forth

parties won't be like this anymore.

and then i got sad.

but for tonight,

i just want to pretend that nights like these are going to last forever.

because forever is the only amount of time that would do these kind of nights justice.

rich in family and sweets.

doesn't get any better.

ok, cars and trucks are great too.

especially when you're 2 and a boy.

happy birthday baby man.

i love you forever.

mom