Holy cow, Dean. You're 34 months old today. That means the birthday that scares the daylights out of me is only 2 months away. THREE. It sounds so old. Three year olds can do all kinds of big kid things that I just don't know if I'm ready for you to do. Know what, though? You're ready.
I find myself answering the question "How old is he?" with "Almost 3" more and more these days. You have certainly changed a lot since the beginning of the summer. My favorite thing about you lately is your amazing sense of humor. You crack jokes and do silly things all the time to make your dad and me laugh. Lately, you love giving Stu the Monkey zerberts on his belly. Your level of physical activity is truly something to behold. I'm not sure I've ever met someone with such boundless energy. Our hours-long trips to the park leave me exhausted and make you need a three-hour nap.
You flirt like there's no tomorrow. On Tuesday, you were really upset that we had to go to the grocery store, even after you scored your free cookie at the bakery. As I zipped through the produce section, trying to pick out onions as fast as humanly possible so I could take the screaming person in my cart home already, two elderly ladies made a beeline for us. "Hi, Handsome! Why are you so upset?" You immediately switched to fake-cry-mode and worked those long eyelashes like crazy. I think the ladies would have taken you home with them if I'd let them. Last night we had dinner at one of your favorite places in town and your favorite waitress took care of us. You could barely eat your hot dog because you were talking to her, singing to her, or showing her your plastic dinosaur every chance you got. You're like your own welcoming committee everywhere we go. I hope you're always this friendly.
On Wednesday, your teacher told me you had trouble with your "listening ears" that day. I tried to talk to you about it, but you just glared at me. I tried to take you out for ice cream that day, too, but you refused to get out of the car. I guess I forget sometimes that you have bad days just like I do, but your vocabulary isn't always complete enough for you to be able to express that to us. We do what we can for you and hope the next day is better. It almost always is.
Your appetite is still healthy but your tastes are changing and it's KILLING me. I swear, child, you would eat nothing but pasta for every meal if we'd let you. (Truth be told, so would I.) Your love for fruit continues and your love for some veggies is as strong as ever. You're backing away from meat, which freaks me out, but we make do by serving you meatloaf or meatballs a few times a week. (Guess what? Mommy hides all kinds of veggies in there! BWAHAHAHA!) You discovered suckers on Halloween and whenever you spot the plastic pumpkin on top of the fridge, you point and say, "Sucka?" You still love to bake, except you get kind of bossy now when we make tea cakes because you know how to do it and I get in your way. You are meticulous about placing the paper baking cups in the muffin tin and you frosted your first batch of cupcakes last week. (Which went well until you figured out OMG, this is FROSTING and tried to drink it from the piping bag. As you would say, "Ew, GROSS!")
You have a major crush on Tinkerbell and remain fascinated with any and all things related to Buzz and Woody. You'll be spending your last night in your crib tonight, but you don't know that yet. (Just typing that sentence caused me physical pain, by the way.) Lately, you want me to sing an extra round of "You Are My Sunshine" before I put you to bed. Sometimes you hum along and I cry on your head. Other times you say, "No, Sugar" and burst into the theme from "Wonder Pets" and we have a good laugh. We miss having your daddy with us at bedtime on nights when he has rehearsal, but we do ok, just the two of us. Your new musical Veggie Tales toothbrush helps a lot.
You are just so much fun these days. I look forward to our weekends and our non-school days together, wondering what adventures we'll find along our way. You constantly teach me so much about the world and about myself and I'm so, so happy to be your mom--your Sugar.
Now get potty trained already, wouldya?