My little guy is 3 and I’m realizing that he’s almost done being a baby. Since he will be my last baby, I’ve been aware and have been appreciative of the things that will soon come to an end, such as:
- telling me he loves me at least 5 times a day
- still wanting to climb in my lap when I read a story, as opposed to simply sitting next to me like his older sister does
- crawling into my side of the bed at 3am or thereafter
- holding on to his blanket when he’s tired
- saying “carry me”
- afternoon naps
Three years old is a good time. He’s a sweetie and cute, but also funny and kind. His personality is coming through and it’s fun to watch. I’m not in as much as a rush to have him grow up as I was when V was small. For once I want time to go slow.
Three for another 3 years would be nice.