Happy Birthday My Carter Boy

Holy Smokes Carter Boy, you are three. You have been telling me you were going to be three "for real" for a couple weeks now.

You so dang smart. I know you are mine, and I'm supposed to say that, but you really, truly are.
You can count to 20, you know 6 of the Articles of Faith off by heart. (I love the way you say transgression and ordinances) You can write all the letters of your name, not always in the right order, but it's coming.

You have a little crush on Hailey Mills. Papa bought Chlo some of her movies at the flea market and when we watch Summer Magic, The Parent Trap or your fave, Pollyanna, you always say she's beautiful and you love her dresses. Daddy wishes we'd watch more Spiderman. You also have a girlfriend named Sabrina at Kinderclub too. We don't think she is quite aware of the relationship at this point, but you are constantly talking about her. You ask what days she is going to be there, if she'll eat snack with you and if she'll sit with you at circle time. When you got a haircut last week, the hairdresser asked if you had a girlfriend and you told her all about Sabrina. Nana thinks you love her so much because she is tall with curly hair like Chlo and you like to follow her around!

You have a mainly sugar diet consisting of Mini-Wheats, cookies and juice. It's a daily battle for you and me.

Most mornings you come down to my room and open the curtains and say "What a beautiful day!"'

You love to police everyone's vocab. "Don't say stupid! Don't say shut up! Rude!"

You love Yogi Bear. You have a stuffed version of him and he does pretty much everything you do. We had a Yogi party for you. When you hurt yourself or start to cry the first thing you call out for is Yogi, and Chlo always runs and grabs it for ya.

You have terrible, hopeless eczema on the back of your right leg. Breaks my heart.

You are the comic relief in this house. No one is funnier than you. We all try and compete, but your timing, your content, your delivery. It's priceless.

I love you my boy, you are the sweetest, most handsome little man and I truly do adore you with all my heart. We are sharing chips and pop right now while your sisters are either asleep or at school. I love this time in the afternoons when it's just you and me. You are definitely my favourite son.