3 Year old Fletcher is the most awesome little guy in the world. I don’t know how you couldn’t have fun with a kid this age. He has really grown, even in just the past 3 weeks, and the changes he makes every day are amazing. These are the many reasons, of a million, why I love my son Fletcher.
I love the way he has changed over the years. He started as a serious baby and turned into a comedian.
I love when he randomly says “I love you, mama.” And gives me a huge hug.
I love how he wakes up in the morning. Today he woke up as a robot.
I love when he says “Hi, Little Buddy.” And pats his brother on the head.
I love that he is a proficient gamer already, just like Mom and Dad.
I love that he knows the names of all of his trains.
I love his sweet voice and the inflection at the end of his inquisitive sentences.
I love that he asks for me to sleep with him, but only sometimes.
I love how he hugs his brother
I love that he can balance a spoon on his nose.
I love how he draws his PawPaw. He makes sure to include his mustache.
I love that he walks alongside me at the stores now.
I love that he has started calling himself a “big boy” and refuses anything baby.
I love when he cuddles with me.
I love how much he loves his Dad.
I love how he is absorbing so much information, so quickly, and learning every day.
I love that he asks for a lollipop at every Starbucks drivethru.
I love that he says “We’re almost home, kids” at a certain point in every drive. Wonder where he got that from?
I love that he can spot a diaper a mile away. He is familiar with my work.
I love his brutal honesty, even when it gets embarrassing in public. ‘Whoa, you have a BIG TUMMY!” he says to strangers
I love that he plays dead and demands a kiss to come back to life.
I love that he will break it down in the middle of a store, or anywhere he hears a good beat.
I love the pretend food he makes me in our entertainment stand microwave.
I love how he plays “peek-a-boo” with his brother.
I love how he truly seems to have empathy for others.
I love when he lists all of the people in his family. “Mommy, Daddy, Eberett, Oma, Pawpaw, Lana.” Lana is his regular babysitter.
I love that he waves goodbye to his daddy almost every morning.
I love how much he loves kitties even though we don’t have one.
I love the random memories he recounts. He remembers the funniest things.
I love that he can get himself dressed, pretty much.
I love seeing the world through his eyes. Everything is amazing to a 3 year old!
I love this age and I love that I get to experience it with him.
