Chase – Three Years Old

Chase,

Tonight I made your Daddy help me blow up 72 balloons so I could fill your room with them while you slept. He laughed at me but I would not be dissuaded. I suppose there is only a 50% chance that you will stay asleep all night and not ruin your wake-up surprise but my intentions are good regardless.

Tonight, I tucked in a two year-old and tomorrow morning I will pluck up a three year-old. As the cliche goes I can’t believe another year has flown by. I sat down tonight to look back at pictures from the last year and realized that pictures alone will never do you justice. You are far too much to be confined to a flat image on paper.

Everyday you wear your little heart on your sleeve, your emotions and feelings are never kept secret. When you’re happy you giggle like a maniac and when you’re upset it’s almost as though you’re certain the world is ending. You’re never shy with kisses although you continue to view hugging as a passive activity. Somewhere along the line you got the impression that “giving hugs” means you simply lean into the person and allow yourself to be hugged.

Your tantrums rarely fail to impress, even the short pitiful ones have a rousing spark. When you feel you’ve been unjustly reprimanded you stomp, but only with one foot. STOMPstepSTOMPstep, you march yourself over to the stairs and climb to the time-out landing. Sometimes the tears start before you ever get there, sometimes you just sit there stone-faced and give me (or your sister) the dirty eye. It’s usually best if I’m not within eye sight because sometimes it’s hard to keep a straight face.

Your sister continues to be your favorite person, your biggest fan, and your most worthy opponent. Her need to be involved in what you’re doing, especially when you’re playing the iPad, is a constant source of frustration. Yet, whenever she is away, even for just a nap, you constantly ask me where she is. Whenever she cries you pat her head and say, “s’okay Sissy, s’okay”. I hope that never changes, I hope you’ll always be each others’ protectors.

Even though I’m quite certain that “three” is going to test every bit of patience that I have a small part of me wishes I could freeze time right now and keep you just the way you are. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad after all if you woke up in the middle of the night and wanted a snuggle. I’ll take as many as you’ll give me. All day, every day.

Love Mama

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Comments 5

  1. WOW that is cray-cray that he is three! When I “met” you he was still percolatin’. He’s beautiful. Happy birthday to you both!

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    on May 21st, 2012 at 8:28 am
  2. SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! I swear he was just born last week.

    Congrats to you on surviving two and happy birthday to your little man!

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    on May 21st, 2012 at 8:57 pm
  3. Happy Happy Birthday Chase Face. I know how happy you make your Mama.

    [Reply]

    on May 21st, 2012 at 8:57 pm
  4. Such a sweet post for a sweet boy! Happy birthday, Chase!

    [Reply]

    on May 21st, 2012 at 9:13 pm
  5. Happy birthday little asshole! Auntie loves you.

    [Reply]

    on May 23rd, 2012 at 1:10 am

 

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