The sun just set tonight on your third year. Tomorrow when you get up you will be three. I can't believe it. Tonight, Daddy and I sang Twinkle Twinkle to you as you fell asleep. You love that song. And I love that you still want us to sing it to you. Is it any surprise that I am crying as I write to you? Probably not. By the time you can read this, I'm sure you will be used to your mama crying about all the love I have in my heart for you. You are an amazing kid, Mr. Pants. You need to really know that. Every single thing about you is extraordinary. You are kind. And thoughtful. And totally wild. You are smart and loving and silly. And right before our eyes you are becoming a big kid.
In this last year you have broken down so many of your walls. Engaging with people and showing love. You gave us a scare for a bit there. But you broke out of your shell. You kept your quirks though and I gotta say, I'm so glad. And you are talking! You have worked so hard to do that and we are so so SO crazy proud of you. It is music to my ears to hear your voice. I will never forget when you finally called out to me and said my name. "Mama! Mammmmaaaa!!!". My heart jumped right out of my chest. Your little voice. It was perfect.
Your most favorite thing in the whole world right now is Curious George. You call him "Monkey!". You love trains, planes, tractors, lawn movers, bulldozers, garbage trucks, rocket ships and motorcycles. But you aren't only in to heavy machinery though. I see you carting around mama's old Care Bear and pink puppy dog and caring for them. You change their diapers and nurse them. You tuck them in to sleep, kiss them on their heads and say, "Ny-Ny, baby". You are starting to play with Plum too! At first when she would try to play with you, you thought it wasn't cool. But you are warming up to her again now. Even though it's hard that she wants to play with your toys. Your favorite game to play with your baby sister, is to run back and forth between the living room furniture and jump on it and giggle. Then Plum runs to the next one and looks back to see if you are coming. You always do. And she laughs and laughs. You have really blossomed in your role as her big brother. You say, "No no baby!" if you see her doing something that is dangerous. Oh! And you are so polite! You say, "Oooh tank yoo!" with such happiness everytime someone gives you something. I love that. Let's see, your favorite colors are red and purple. You still love to dance and um, dude...you are still a nudist. Let's work on that this year, ok? You are really starting to use your imagination too. You pretend to be Curious George all the time and you sound just like him.
So in keeping with tradition, I made you a slideshow of your third year. I picked one of your favorite songs. I hadn't noticed how perfect the words were before now. No wonder you love this song. It would seem it was written just for you.
You bring so much sunshine. I am so excited to watch you grow this year. Never forget that your mama loves you. Seriously, do not ever forget that. Every moment of everyday, I love you. Happy Birthday, baby.
I want to be the smile
I want to see the change
I want to be your friend
from the start and once it starts it never ends
I want to be your paI
I want to be around
I want to be a friend when you are down
I want to be the sunshine on your smiling face
I want to be the moon
No, I want to be the ocean
Where all we do is float under the sun on the rolling sea
Whoa, I want to be the sunshine, No I want to be the moonshine
I want to be the nighttime lullaby when you are so afraid
And I think I found a way to put a smile on your lonely face
I think I found a way, a way to break down all the walls
I think I found a way to say,
I think I found a way to say hello
I think I found a way
Without saying anything at all