Tuesday, June 12, 2012
My precious Colin is officially 3, although he believes he is 13.
He is filled with laughs, love and opinions. He is our class clown and our little dictator. He keeps us laughing and goes with the flow quite nicely (mostly). And always, always knows what he wants.
He would eat chicken nuggets and pizza for every meal, but is still largely sustained by pretzels, yogurt and crackers. He loves chocolate like it is meant to be loved.
He loves his brothers like no others and believes he should be involved in their every activity. And, they love him back with amazing acceptance.
He says, "no," and, "I can't want that," with amazing clarity.
Trains are still his favorite. I love way he says, "diesel" and says, "honk, honk" not "choo choo" for the appropriate type of engine.
He loves being outside, even though it isn't great for his skin.
He knows how to operate every Apple product in our house, but is only mildly interested in potty training. He could do it, but I'm not totally ready to go head to head with the dictator just yet.
He still totes around his blankie, but can go without it. You know, if he chooses to.
We celebrated his party a day early at home. It always feels so warm and fuzzy to have the house filled with people who love us.
On his actual birthday he seem to naturally move into celebrating through a series of desserts. I don't know where he gets it from.
Free ice cream at Jason's Deli
Chocolate cake and ice cream at Cracker Barrel (where he only ate the rich fudgy frosting - smart kid).
And a giant sucker to follow up the dessert from 10 minutes prior.
So blessed to have this amazing little boy in our lives.
On looking back: Turning 2 and And 1 and Entering Our World and just for good measure adorable tiny baby pictures.