Wednesday, February 19, 2014

luke is three!

Luke Elliott.  You are three years old!!

You are the sweetest little boy, buddy.  You weigh 30 pounds and you're 39 inches tall.  You have the best smile and you still have a toddler belly.

You are still shy and introverted.  You are compliant and calm.  You are sensitive and affectionate.  You talk all the time and love to tell us stories and ask a zillion questions every ten minutes and sing at the top of your lungs.  You love to dance and even though you do it all the time, it still makes me laugh.

You've had a crazy year.  In the last 10 months you've become a big brother, potty trained, moved, moved again, started sleeping in a big boy bed, and started sleeping without your paci.  You're doing great little man.

You go to "school" twice a week and you absolutely love school.  You know the days of the week and know that Tuesdays and Thursdays are school days.

You love your daddy.  You love your Honey.  (You still call her "A-ha."  Will that stick?)  You love fruit and pizza and almond milk.  You love fire trucks.  You love Annie.   (You still call her "EE."  Will that stick?)

You're a great big brother.  You love to "play with EE" and help me feed EE and crawl into bed with EE every morning.  

Since we took the paci away, you've had a hard time falling asleep.  But you still sleep well every night and take a 2-3 hour nap every afternoon.

You wear an AFO during the day and it doesn't seem to bother you a bit.  You run, jump, skip, climb, swing and slide with your friends.

Every time someone is leaving the house, you make them "beep beep."  You insist that they honk the horn on the car as they drive away.  It's sweet, and a little quirky.

You love to play "fire station" and cars and "haircut" and trains and tractors.  Somehow you ended up with a baby doll and you like to play with her some, too.  You throw her or your stuffed animals up on high places and then drag the step ladder around (making a siren noise, as if you were a fire truck) and set it up and "rescue" your baby or your animals.  You do not care much for painting or coloring.  You love to read books, as long as they are about firetrucks or trains or tractors.

We are so proud of you, buddy.  You are so wonderful and so much fun.  Happy third birthday sweet boy.

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