Number 3 turned 3 a few weeks ago. Words cannot even express how obsessed I am with that little boy. I can go from wanting to kill him to wanting to kiss his face in a matter of seconds. When the girls turned 3, they got more mouthy. When Becks turned 3, he got more compliant. I don't know why, and I probably just jinxed it, but he is so much fun right now. I remember before I had a boy and people would make jokes about their sons being "all boy". Not gonna lie. It ticked me off. I was like, don't use him being a boy as an excuse for his bad behavior. Well, now I totally get it. Boys are just wild. I'm convinced that testosterone is a brain defect. Why do I have to discipline for the same things over and over and over again? Why doesn't he get it? Oh yeah, because boys are from Mars. Or Pluto? I can't remember.
Anyway, although he has a very short term memory, he is the sweetest little cuddle bug on the planet. He can go from throwing balls and wanting to wrestle to curling up in your lap and falling asleep on your shoulder before you can blink. He says things like "that's ridiculous" and "don't even talk to me about it" and "that's biscusting" and "quit being rude to me" about 100 times a day. He also says things like "you're my princess, mommy" and "I love your hair" and "you're my best buddy" about 100 times a day. I could eat him up.
This past week he finally decided that he was ready to potty train. Let's not get crazy, he's still crapped his underwear daily, but other than that it's been a breeze. He still loves his paci and bunkie, but we are being a lot more firm with those only being used at bedtime...unless he's driving me crazy and then I cave. I've said it before and I will say it again, if he takes his bunkie/paci to kindergarten, I don't really care. Someone will make fun of him and he will give it up. Whatever. I don't have time to stress about little things like his security items. Becks still takes a long nap every afternoon and still sleeps in random places. Sometimes he sleeps on the couch, sometimes he sleeps with us, sometimes he sleeps with one of the girls. Wherever he sleeps, he sleeps hard and for that I am thankful.
Here's my Prince Charming...