Someone is Three
It has been three years since Jasper made his dramatic entrance into the world. It may have been a traumatic pregnancy and birth but it was certainly all worth it for this little man.
It has been three very long years which have flown by. It’s funny how time is such a trickster.
This boy. He is light and love. Noise and mess.
Raising a boy is so different to raising girls. I remember being scared about how different it would be. I maybe should have been terrified.
Just recently, he has been randomly saying “I wuv you, mum.” Just when ever the mood takes him. When I reply with “I love YOU!” he puts on a gorgeously cheeky smile and says “I love you, too.” This can go on for ages but I don’t mind. Soon enough he won’t be so free with his love for his mumma.
He loves dressing up as a superhero or Scooby Doo and playing rough. But, he also loves to pop on a skirt from time to time, rocks pink sunglasses and is soft and sweet.
He is wholly himself. True to who he is at all times. It’s beautiful and I hope that allowing him to embrace all that he is, even if sometimes that means wearing a dress, will enable him to always, always just be himself.
He is always, always hungry. Always.
This boy adores his sisters. He also adores driving them crazy on occasion. He thinks it’s pretty funny to rile them up and get a reaction but he also loves to give them cuddles and kisses and to make sure they’re okay.
He looks like his dad and they have the same type of personality, which means they’re already butting heads but he’s always excited when daddy’s home.
Contrary to what people (many people) told me about him not talking much because he has two sisters to talk for him, the boy is a true chatter box. Instead of talking for him, the girls talk WITH him. Constantly. All three. Talking, talking, talking, talking.
He loves to take photos and have them taken of him. As soon as there’s a camera, he’s posing like a pro.
He loves dancing, singing and giraffes, cars, bikes and planes. He is a complex little person. Willful and stubborn.
And, now, he is three.
Pressies – Sully, Ken and animals.
He chose Ken himself
Why do they grow up SO fast?
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