Saturday, March 7, 2015

3

Dear Sam,
You are three today! Three sounds too old for someone who will always be my baby. We spent the day celebrating you with a fun Thomas the train party.


You are growing like a weed. You weigh 33 pounds and are 39 inches tall. You are quickly approaching Avery in height and weight, and we are asked if you two are twins. You wear 3t shirts and pants. The pants are getting a little short in length.


Those growth stats make me feel somewhat better about your picky eating habits. You still mainly prefer fruits and dairy products, with breakfast items, sandwiches, chicken, and snacks mixed in. We make you try a bite of each item we have for dinner, and that usually results in shivering and gagging. You do it without much fuss, but it has not encouraged you to willingly try any new foods. You still love your milk in the morning and a little bit before bed.


You becoming a big boy in several ways. You have been potty trained since the fall and do so well. You still wear diapers at night, but that's ok. I know once we stop having milk at night that it will improve. We have also reduced your pacifier times to first thing in the morning, naps at home, and while you are putting on your pajamas at night. You would love to still have it all the time but you are doing well having it at those set times.  Thankfully, you haven't grown up so much that you don't need your Duckies.


Your speech and vocabulary are incredible, and I love hearing what you have to say. You like to talk and you like to ask questions. You are working on counting, shapes, and colors and love to read your stories at night.


Trains, trucks, and all things that go are the toys of choice right now. You could push your big trucks for days and spend hours playing trains. You love to be outside or inside playing all sorts of things with Avery. You and Avery have such a special bond and get along so, so well. You still love TV but are not as frantic about it as you used to be, and you don't stay stuck on the same movie over and over.


Sam, we couldn't love you more if we tried. You are a sweet and cuddly, rough and tumble, Mommy's boy. You brighten our days with your smile and laughter. We never know what you might say or do, but we know big things are ahead for you.

We love you!
Mommy and Daddy

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