My baby, my first baby, turned three yesterday. I have a three year old.
He's our little (big) ball of energy and humor and creativity and light and happiness and trickiness and he can roar very loud. Especially in public. Today he peeled a clementine by himself and told me, "Mom, I learned how to peel! Now that I am three I learned how to peel." Day one of being three, learned to peel. Write it down. We've got 364 more days and 364 more things to learn this year. I want him to slow down and I also can't wait to see who he will be and what he will know. I love him so much it scares me. He turned me into a mom and I am so so glad.