Happy 3rd Birthday!

 

 

Dear Kallan,

Little Man. Monster Man. Wild Man. Goob. Kool Kat Kallan.  You are 3! And what an adventure it is.  I should be sad that you're growing up, but I'm enjoying this age so much that I can't help being happy about you turning 3.  I'll just absorb as much as I can.  You are SO much fun.  There is so much personality and character in that little 28 lb body of yours.  You keep me and your dad laughing, and on our toes.  It's so much fun to see you turn into a little person, and even just recently you seem to have grown up so much.  I love our chats, and the cute little things you say, and the endless questions you ask, with "What are you doing?" being your most used phrase.  I love that you ask me if I'm okay whenever I say ow, or drop something.  I love that you tell me how pretty I am when I walk out of the bathroom, ready to go.  I love how you refer to yourself in third person, often saying things like, "Kallan go to work too" and "Kallan wants to go outside" "Kallan is hungry" and "No, Kallan do it!"  You are usally very polite, even though you have your moments.  And you are a persistant little thing.  When you throw a fit, there is no such thing as ignoring you, because you will not let it go.  You are all boy.  My entire life consists constantly of noise, (so much noise) dirt, things being crashed, broken, thrown, smashed, etc.  And it doesn't even bother me.  I used to worry when your clothes were dirty, thinking I had to change you every time, and when your face was dirty, I had to clean it right away.  Such a Mother-of-boys Rookie, and I learned fast.  I love that you don't even look like you again most days until after you've had a bath.  I love that you always keep me on my toes, and keep me laughing.  And I love more than anything how much you laugh at me.  You are my biggest fan (probably my only fan) and you are my favorite.  You make me feel like the funniest person in the world, laughing until you fall over and can't breathe, and then come back up saying, "Mommy funny!" You appreciate true humor.  You are such a great kid all around.  You're learning so much, and you love, love, love to play.  You play really well with other kids, and love to be around other kids all the time, calling them, "Guys".  I love when you point out the window at the neighbor kids and get all excited saying, "Mom look! Can I go outside and play with Guys??"  You love your daddy, and are his little sidekick in everything that he does.  You love to go out and get the eggs from the chicken coop in the morning with Dad, never forgetting to say, "Thank you for our breakfast Mrs. Hen" as we walk out.  Your favorite things right now are (still) trucks, tractors, dinosaurs, Cars, and your bike.  You would ride your bike all day long if we'd let you.  You're busy, active, naughty, sneaky, happy, funny, and starting to become very independent.  You love helping me, and doing things for yourself.  You love pajamas.  You would wear them all day, everyday (can't blame you really) if it was up to you, and whenever it is up to you, pamamas are what you put on yourself.  You love your brother, even though you are often mean to him, and pick on him.  You love to help me take care of him, but you also like to hit him, push him, choke him, lick him, sit on him, drag him, poke him, spit on him, pour water in his face...the only thing you haven't done to him yet is bite him.  But on the rare occasion you aren't doing those things, you are very sweet and loving toward him.  And he is your number one fan.  He loves everything about you, and always has to be looking at you and watching what you do.  I can't tell you, or anyone else for that matter, how much I love being a mother of boys.  I know, I'm biased, but I love all the dirt and noise and craziness, and I even like being out-numbered as the only girl.  More than anything, I love being your mom.  Thank you for all you teach me, and for everything you mean to me.  I love you more than you'll ever know.  I know this will sound like a cheesy cliche, but I never knew what love at first sight felt like.  I thought it was just something people said in books.  But, when they put you on my chest, and you looked up at me, right into my eyes, I then became a believer because I fell in love with you at that moment, bursting love that I never thought I was capable of, and had only heard of.  And I still love you, and will continue to love you, at least until you become a teenager. :)  Thank you baby boy for coming to us, and for being my little crazy man.  I can't wait to see what this 3 year old stage will bring us, but I'm for sure buckling up, because it's already been a crazy ride.  Happy Birthday Little Man.

 

Love,

Mom