Dear Jack,
You are three years old. Or, as you say "two and a half" (No, three!) "Three and a half." Either way.
We had a simple little party for you at our house, with Grandma, Grandpa and Deborah here. Nate bought you a present all by himself (Toy Story speedway) and you love running the cars around and around the loops. G&G got you a big set of matchbox cars and trucks, and a bouncy ball that you are way to small to use but Nate is bouncing the HECK out of. Deborah got you a dinosaur sticker book and a ittle dinosaur and tiger figure that you carry around everywhere with you. I got you a new pink doll, and watched a shy smile bloom on your face when you figured out what it was. You're a little uncertain what to do with her, but yesterday you marched into the kitchen and showed me "I have TWO pink dollars on my shoulders!"
I can't really process that you're not a baby anymore. You are still so round and yummy, and still love to be held and cuddled. Sometimes after Daddy puts you to bed you call for me; when I come in you ask me to sing you a song. When I ask you what song you want, you always say "Sunshine". It's an amazing parental moment to watch your warbling, off-kilter song make your child's eyes close. You are so sweet and dear and Daddy and I just eat you up.
School has been so wonderful. You have settled in perfectly and enjoy your time there, singing songs and doing crafts and running around in the gym. I think singing songs is your favorite part, and sometimes I hear you singing them in your crib before you fall asleep, or in the morning when you're waiting for us. That is, when you're not yelling "Mom! Mom! Mooooooooooommmmmm!"
Jack I found this post in my "drafts" folder and my memories have faded in these last 3 years, so I'm going to publish this unfinished.
With all my love from the future when you're a big six-year old boy!!
Mama
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