2 weeks 1 day

I'm in denial. In 2 weeks and 1 day Little Man turns 3. 3!! Where is the time going?

As sad as I am that my baby, turned toddler, is on his way to be a little boy, I am ecstatic that God has placed this precious child in our care. Words can't discribe how happy he makes us (and sometimes frustrates us). Watching him grow, he can walk around the bed and see over it vs us only being able to see the top of his head. Watching him learn many different things. He loves to watch car shows on TV with Daddy and asked me yesterday if the show I was watching were building cars. Sorry, nope, they were making a cake.

He is now in the 'I do it!' phase. Pulling down his underwear, putting it on. Brusing his teeth, hair, picking out his clothes and putting his stuffed animals on his bed.

Speaking of his stuffed animals this is where I the mom come in. He's turning into me. How can I put this lightly. He's getting...picky. For example, I HAVE to make my and Jeff's bed. The sheets have to be even on each side, no bumps or anything sticking up. The blankets have to be put on one by one and again even on each side. When I go to bed everything has to be...'perfect'. The sheets, the blankets and my pillow. I don't know how but that is rubbing off on Little Man. I tucked him in bed, gave him a kiss and hug (and he in turn) and walked out. A few seconds later he was screaming. I run in and he cries 'The blanket is messy. Fix it!' Oh, oh. I've created a monster. This hasn't happened once but a few times.

I also love when I start singing he chimes in. It's fun listening him try to sing what I'm singing. I love it when he makes up his own songs.

The itsy bitsy spider...is scary...down come the rain...

I about lost it with that song. Yes spiders are scary.

Now...I better hurry up and figure out what I'm going to do for his birthday cake.