Happy third birthday! Three years ago, you joined our little family (you can see Sam's birth story here and here). You've grown from a tiny little baby into a rough and tumble, energetic, happy three year old.
You are fiercely physical kid. You give great big bear hugs. You JUMP! You RUN! You TACKLE! Mostly, we enjoy this exuberance. Sometimes, though, it lands you into time out when your friends find they don't like being tackled or hit. Being hurt or hit does little to slow you down, though; on Easter, you got hit in the head twice with a croquet ball, but instantly stopped crying and said, "All better" when I advised you to take a break from playing and put ice on your head.
Your top interests include anything to do with farming, monster trucks, and tractors. Your favorite songs are "Jingle Bells" and "Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer". What you lack in musicality, you make up for with sheer enthusiasm and volume. You also frequently request songs to be made up on the fly about whatever topic currently holds your fancy, such as vampires (thanks, Scooby-Doo) or big guns.
You're a good big brother to Andie. Most mornings, you sit on the couch and pat beside you, saying, "She loves to sit by me" and hold her hand. You always ask her why she's crying and try to make it better. You share your toys with her when asked. You've started to say, "I love you, Mom", unprompted, which melts my heart.
You love to play and laugh. You have a fantastic imagination and are developing more complex stories about your toys. We can typically talk you into doing anything as long as we make it a game or get you laughing. On the other hand, demanding you do something has little effect.
Potty-training still eludes us, but I'm hopeful it will happen sometime soon.
You are a joy to have as a son. You add so much to our family and we are so thankful to be your mom and dad.
Mom and Dad