Three

Yesterday we celebrated the third birthday of our sweet Webb! On Thanksgiving day, three years ago he was born into this world and into the loving arms of our family. It feels like yesterday that we were bringing him home from the hospital. Time really does fly by. This year, we had a small family party featuring none other than Lightening and Mater. Daddy cooked a yummy dinner of chicken, sweet tater fries, and collard greens. Webb got a car transporter with monster trucks, a new scooter, a sandbox, and the Planes movie and toys. We also went to Chick-fil-a for lunch (per Webb's request) and then daddy took us out for Mexican and we ate goodies from the bakery for dessert. It was a fun day for sure. In a few weeks, we're having a big bash with our buddy Ruby who will also be turning three. Bring on the foam pit and climbing fun!

 

At three, Webb knows a lot. More than I ever imagined and sometimes more than I think he should know. He has an amazing vocabulary and says words like attractive, propeller, vacation, negociate, thermometer, and excavator. He can tell you about any type of truck and it's tires, pipes, or engine. He has a vivid imagination and soaks up everything he sees or hears. Recently, he has taken his play tweezers and pretends to cut my hair. He sits me in front of the closet mirrors and talks and talks about my hair and says "That looks better now, mommy." He loves to build forts, put on our shoes, pretend to be a construction worker, and play space ship in the laundry baskets.

He knows his colors, shapes, and can count to 20. He is a good helper around the house most days and is getting good at helping daddy cook or helping me load the dishwasher. He is 100% potty trained during the day but still wears a pull-up at night. He loves Caillou, Runaway Ralph, Mater, Planes, Curious George, and anything truck related. He loves preschool too and has learned so much since he started in September. I'm so proud of how well he adjusted to new people and the structure that preschool provides. He is becoming a better listener and often does things the first or second time we ask. He can also be a turkey and ask to sit in time out. Some days, he's a turkey and has melt downs and throws himself in the floor or yells at us. We nip that in the bud and move on. This house does not tolerate disrespect. We model how to treat others and how to play nicely without being too rough. I know he's 100% boy but I think as parents, it's our job to model good behavior. We really screen things that we feel might be inappropriate. I'll just say there are no Ninja turtle, Avenger, sword, fighting shenanigans here. We are trying to raise a young man, not some wild and crazy fighter. (Sorry, soap box.)

 

Overall, Webb is a complete and total joy. He has more life inside of him than I've ever seen. He is happy, fun, and loves to be silly and play. Even though he is three, he is still my baby boy who I love to kiss and snuggle and hold and love on. My favorite part of the day is in the morning when he wakes up. From the top of the stairs, I hear a little voice saying "mommy" and I look up and there's this rosy faced beaming little boy waiting for me to hold him and snuggle him. I tell you, that's unshakeable joy. The joy of being a mother to a sweet boy who can one minute melt your heart and the next make you crazy. He is truly a blessing from God and we just love him so so much.

 

Happy birthday, Goose. Mommy and Daddy are proud of you and the fellow you are becoming.