My Darling 3.5 Year Old Boy

Sweet baby, if I had to choose two photos to characterize you at this stage in your life, it would be these two...


Mt.Baker
Photo number 1 is YOU. No one asked you to go in that bucket, no one filled it up with water for you, and I don't believe there was even a water fight going on? Maybe water on the trampoline? "Hey Mommy, yook!" and this is where you were. In your diaper, in a bucket of water, with Bailey licking you. 
Darling, you are WILD. You love to run, to jump, to yell, to sing, and to dance. The filthy bathroom words that come out of your mouth are that of all the other little boys I have known, as are the boogers on your wall, but perhaps not the whoopee cushion tucked into your pants so that when you do a bum drop, the fart sound is amplified to your liking.

Greenpoint

You have got the sweetest dance moves I've known a little boy to have. Your body feels it, and the rest of you does not give two shits (pardon my language, but I think it may be your language in another many years anyways) who is watching. 
You prefer "Party in the USA" cranked, with your girls around you, and you like to DANCE. 
You like to throw things, to dump out water dishes, to push your sisters' buttons...but my baby, you are LIVING. You are living with JOY, with more happiness EVERY day than I would usually muster in a month. You are HAPPINESS amplified, and you are mine, and I love you.

Cumberland

Comox Lake

Photo number 2 is YOU. Sweet darling, in this picture we were away for a weekend at Black Mountain and took a short drive up to Mt. Baker, our first time there. Ava stayed at the trailer with Gramma, Grampa, and Austen and up the four of us went. Darling, you had fallen asleep and when we got to Baker, your Daddy and I were AMAZED with the beauty. With the mountains, the snow, the many peaks, the mountain air, the chill...all of it, and we knew you would be too. What we didn't expect was that you would be overwhelmed. You walked with us to the cement barriers, where we put you, and where you looked down, and then over, and then up...and then you started to cry. You crawled into Daddy, buried your head low, so you couldn't see what was around you, cried, and asked to go home between sobs. We were confused. And then we looked at you, and looked back at the mountain range, and we remembered how small you are. Darling boy, you were overwhelmed with the vastness of the mountains, of how big they were, and how they wrapped around you, and you couldn't look away. It was the sweetest, saddest, most amazing moment. It was a bit of an "aha" moment for your Daddy and I. We forget how small you are, and how little you have seen despite all of the exploring we have done. 

Mt.Baker
Sweet boy, this picture is you because despite how wild you can be you are also fiercely fiercely shy. You rely on your Mommy and Daddy for protection from so many things. You wake up from your nap every day with a furrowed brow and a cranky tone, and I know that you will need some silent snuggles before you can go on with your day. You have always rolled with things, and transitions are not hard for you, but at the same time, you need time to open yourself up. When we see your friends from daycare outside of daycare, you cling to me and won't say hi, when I know that at daycare you don't leave their side. When we get out of the car to see Nana and Papa in Hope, you sometimes hide behind me, as Papa can sometimes be a little bit loud with his "hello's" and you are never really ready for them.

Oliver's Birthday Party

Darling boy, I am a sucker for you. A huge, huge sucker for you. You are my baby, and your future wife is going to HATE me, because you will never do wrong in my eyes. You have so many special, special qualities, some that make me crazy, but man I would never wish them away. 
I know that when I brush your teeth at night, you will go "eee" and we will brush your front teeth, and "ahh" and we will brush your back teeth, but I know that EVERY time I brush your top back teeth, you will giggle, and I look forward to it.

Auntie Sherri's House - Royston, B.C.

Hope Bike Park

Comox Lake

Sweet Riley, I adore you...every little piece of you. I love your adventurous nature, your wild side, your sweet sweet side, your silly side, even your really gross side. I am so blessed to be your Mommy. 

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