My boy is THREE years old!
He is very adamant that he is 10. If you tell him you think he is 3, he will correct you. It’s cute – and a little bit annoying.
He has started spelling a few words. Our minds were blown, but it all came down to a show he loves on Netflix (and it’s really just one show, not a series.) He can spell cat, dog, bee, food, zoo and a few other words.
He loves: Matchbox cars, dinosaurs, puzzles, books, playing with his kitchen set, drawing with chalk, picking blueberries, and more recently picking beans.
He dislikes: People singing, the Happy Birthday song, most green vegetables, bugs, following directions.
He has a one track mind. He wants to do things on his terms and does not like for people to tell him what to do. We butt heads often over this. He is only 3, not 30, and therefore must listen when we tell him he can’t run off. Or why he can’t play with knobs on the stove.
He loves Chloe. LOVES her. And he loves kids his age. He refers to most kids he sees as his friends. I love this age when he just loves all kids.
He is almost 3 feet tall and he weighs just over 30 pounds. Still a skinny little guy, but his legs are getting long!
He has been potty trained for a couple of months, yet still sleeps in a crib. We’re moving the crib down this month (more for our sake, than his. He doesn’t attempt to climb out, though we know he can.) He tells us he’s a “little boy” which is better than being a baby, and not quite a big boy. I’m good with that.
He also likes to tickle himself and make us laugh. He has started telling us “I a funny boy!” And he totally is. He’s also getting better with manners.
I’m excited to see what the next year brings us!