Three

Our baby boy is three. We can't even pretend he's a baby anymore. It's somewhat depressing. But at the same time, he becomes more and more of a joy every day. And that boy is fascinating. He cares a little about golf and running around and cars and such things. But mostly what he wants to do is learn. He wants to count (he's up to 100 now on his own), talk about letters and words (he's reading simple books), and do anything on the iPad that has to do with counting and reading. When he's not pitching a fit, which he does on occasion, he is a complete joy. Exuberant and all smiles. He loves to cuddle, requests kisses and will also dole out his sweet, measured "I. . .love. . .you" when least expected. He still says "Focker" for Grandfather, "Mommom" for Mama, and "I no mo" for I don't know, and we will mourn the day when he loses those sweet mistakes. In short, we just love our boy. Here is his current personal ad:

Favorite Things: Reading, counting, and dancing.

Least Favorite Things: Being contained, eating anything that might have a chance of qualifying as healthy,

Favorite Destinations: School, Sweet CeCe's, Uncle Todd's house, playground, golf course

Favorite Person: He loves everyone and doesn't seem to have a favorite, though Halle and Lily are spoken of quite often.

Favorite Movie: He's yet to show interest in anything except LeapFrog videos and Super Why. We attempted to take him to Cars 2 - he was OVER IT five minutes in.