Happy birthday, YS! It's hard to believe that you're already three.
When I look back over the year, it's hard to pinpoint each and every accomplishment because there were so many and the year went by so fast. Let me give you some of the highlights.
Right after you turned two, we went on vacation with Suzanne and friends and you had a blast. From swimming in the pool, to your first water park you had a lot of fun. You did better than all of us on the raft ride. We were all nervous, but you were eager to go.
September brought on your being a community kid in the Early Intervention playgroup. It was your first time in a structured environment, and you did great. I thought that they might have to get me the first time I left you alone to go to parent group, but you did fine. You loved doing puzzles there and playing with the busy boxes, particularly the one that you always made me do with you including the hot air balloons, trains, and cars. I wish I had a recording of the way you said "hot air balloons," because it was so cute. Of course your favorite part was having snack.
In October, you were Nemo for Halloween. That worked out well, not only because Finding Nemo was your favorite movie but because I had gotten the costume the spring before Halloween.
November brought along authentic potty training. Yes, you had dabbled with the concept over the summer, but once you announced you wanted to wear underwear in November, that was it. December was the first time you were aware of Christmas and appreciated Santa Claus. You were so excited about it and unlike the year before, you weren't at all scared of Santa Claus.
January was your surgery to remove your tonsils and adenoids. I was so worried about the recovery, but you didn't even act like you had surgery. There were a couple rougher nights, but they were no rougher than anything that one expects of a a two year-old. Your favorite movie by then was Cars.
In March we found out you had grown two inches since your sugery in January. The surgery was clearly a success. March also seemed to bring out your mischevious curious side. In the spring you got into my makeup and made yourself into a "cat" complete with the "eyebrow"whiskers. You also climbed on the bathroom sink and opened up the medicine cabinet to get the nail scissors and give yourself a haircut.
This spring also brought on your obsession sense of...duty to the public to make sure all the public bathrooms are clean. Whereever we are, you insist on using the bathroom. During OS's soccer games and practices, the other parents all smiled as we headed to the portapotty for a second and third time. You claimed it was to use the bathroom, but we all knew you just wanted to make sure that the orange peel and Starbucks coffee cup were still inside the portapotty, and I don't mean sitting next to the seat either, even though the town claims that it is cleaned every week.. And yes, you always managed to pee.
This spring has brought along so many changes in you. Your speech has improved so much, your fine motor skills are soaring and you've successfully learned to ride a tricycle. You are now learning to ride a bike with training wheels. You know what you want and aren't afraid to express it. You still have a shy side to you that reminds me of your brother at the same age; big groups aren't your cup of tea. When it all gets to be too much, whether a larger group of people, or not getting something that you want, you respond in an age appropriate manner by either clinging to me or melting down. While I would prefer that you used words, the meltdowns do remind me of one thing: you are just three. As grown up as you may seem, you still have a baby face, dimples in your hands and still look like a baby. You are still one after all. Thank God for that! We have many many years at home together.
Happy Birthday, YS! I hope you had a fabulous birthday and birthday party.
A. Elliot's Lesson Learned: A lot can happen in a year.
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