Last month you turned three years old and became a "threenager" nearly overnight. No longer are you a toddling, timid two-year old, you are a crazy, curious and clever kid that challenges me daily and constantly makes me question my sanity. I alternate between loving you so fiercely it hurts and desperately wanting to give you away to the gypsies. I've never seen so much attitude, style, drama and stubbornness wrapped up in one tiny person. You are something, my child.
You're finally starting to understand imagination play and it's incredible to watch you play and come up with elaborate stories and scenarios for us. You love hunting for pirate treasure, battling snow monsters and looking for aliens. I think you get most of your "play" scenarios from episodes of Paw Patrol, which is the only show you have any interest in watching (for about 3 minutes before moving on). You still love books and we're starting to read some fairy tales and longer books with more words and fewer pictures these days, which makes me SO excited. If I have to read "Spot Goes To The Farm" one more time I might throw it out the window. Bring on the Harry Potter.
You sing all the time and I absolutely love it. You can finally carry a tune, remember lyrics and anything you sing in your little voice makes me want to melt. You can sing about 10 different songs and you also sing silly phrases here and there, which is just adorable. Wednesdays at camp are your favorite because it's "Music with Robert" day and you get to sing and dance. You love your bedtime songs and have started asking for more silly songs, which I'm happy to oblige you with. It makes all those years of sitting around a campfire singing at Girl Scout camp finally worth it.
You have officially entered the "why" phase and ask me "why" nearly eight thousand times a day. However, you don't ask regular "why" questions that have real answers (like why is the sky blue?), you ask the most infuriating "why" questions that I cannot even begin to explain to you. Examples include: Why is school this way? Why is that coffee? Why are there worms? Why is the beach at Florida? Why is this your car? Why is yellow? I mean, how am I supposed to answer these? They don't even make sense! I don't want to be a curiosity buzzkill, but it drives me nuts!
You still love being outside more than anything. You love playing on the neighbor's swingset and slide. You love riding your new big boy bike! You chase butterflies, dig for worms, lift heavy rocks and collect rolly pollies. You love going for runs with your dad in the stroller (especially if you get to stop for a snow cone or see a train). You pull Mim up and down our street in the wagon. You play basketball with the older neighborhood boys and drive the Barbie Jeep with the girls. You've gone fishing with your dad and grandpa numerous times and think it's the greatest thing in the world. You keep asking me when we can go back to the beach.
You are friendly to everyone you meet and don't seem to know a stranger these days. You say hi to everyone and get offended if they don't return the greeting, whether we're in the grocery store or taking a walk to town. You love animals and give them just as much attention as people. You talk to the animals at the zoo, know the names of every dog on our street and last weekend you greeted every bird at the Wild Bird Sanctuary with "Hi birdie, cock-a-little-doo!" You love being the center of attention and will do just about anything to have everyone focused on you all the time. We can immediately tell if your sister is getting more attention than you, based on your attitude and how destructive you're being.
You have a MAJOR sweet tooth and no longer seem to be interested in eating breakfast, lunch or dinner...ever. Well, you will eat breakfast, as long as it's French Toast covered in syrup AND powdered sugar. That's your meal of choice. You will eat anything with sugar and do almost anything for it, including potty training, taking photos, picking up toys or being quiet while I rock your sister to sleep. Thank God you're bribeable, otherwise we'd never get anything done.
I love you to the moon and back, Macaroni. You are one of a kind. I hope you never ever change.
1. Ram Sam Sam
2. On Top of Spaghetti
3. Ice Cream
2. Rain coat
3. Camo Crocs
1. Let's do it!
2. I don't want to!
3. Want to play something with me?
"Mama, I'm a good cook. I never make the smoke alarm go off like you do."
(while playing basketball)
Me: Good shot, you're really good at basketball.
Mac: I know, I'm a really good baller.
Me: I was thinking about making a special dessert tonight...funnel cake!
Mac: Funny snake?
Me: No, funnel cake.
Mac: Funnit snake?
Me: No, funnel cake.
Mac: Tunnel cake?
Mac: I like tunnel cake.
Mac: I like tunnel cake.
Mac: Why? There's a baby in there?
Me: No, there's no baby. Do you want another baby?
Me: Really? You want another baby like Mim?
Mac: No, I want a black baby.
Me: I don't know if your dad and I can make a black baby.
Mac: Let's get one at the grocery store.
Me: What would you do with a new baby?
Mac: Love it. And take it for a wagon ride.
Every night when I tuck you in I tell you to sleep well so we can play hard tomorrow. Until one night you told me you weren't going to sleep very well because you were going to play gentle the next day. Touche.