Three

Three. He's three. I really can't believe it. I have a three year old. That sounds like an official child to me, not a baby. This puts me into pretty scary territory. I feel like I'm pretty good with babies and toddlers, but kids are a whole other ball game. They think a lot, and they talk even more. Discipline is becoming more and more about the heart and not just keeping him from hurting himself. He's spending time in the world without me, which means there are now hurt feelings and dissapointments I can't prepare him (or me) for. I feel pretty much unequipped to entertain, educate, challenge, shepard, and cope with a lot of these challenges. Add to the mix we're about to have A GIRL, which really makes me feel like a fish out of water, and I'm pretty much overwhelmed! On the up side as we've gotten closer to 3 and further from 2, the little guy has gotten so much sweeter. He regularly gives hugs and kisses and tells us that we're his best friends. He's making more and more discoveries and it's so fun to watch the world unfold in front of him and to listen to him tell his findings in his own words. He's loving school and sunday school and doing a great job sitting through the first half of "Big Church". He's really looking forward to his littler sister finally getting here- he pokes on her and tries to get her to play. He also will shake my tummy and ask it "are you getting big!?" It's with a little fear, much anticipation and total reliance upon the Lord that I look forward to what the next year holds for all of us. Happy Third Birthday, Wilson!! Daddy and I love you!


So here are some pictures of the day- thanks to everyone who made is so special!

These were the pumpkin cookies Wilson took to school. We had a lot of fun making them- you spoon a few colors of glaze on & then finger paint!

The night before Wilson's birthday, Paw brought over some special Jack-O-Lanterns for Wilson's party

Opening his presents- he walked into the kitchen with me to get his breakfast and as I was pouring his milk he noticed all the packages sitting by the table- "hey, mom- who did that?! Are those for me, can I open them?"

Dressed, playing patiently with some of his new cars, and waiting on mom & dad to wake up enough to take the tricycle out for it's first spin around the block.

Riding with Dad

Putting up his new tent with Daddy

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For his party we had a Halloween Carnival, everyone could wear their costumes. I woke him up from his nap about 5 minutes before his friends got here and about 5 minutes after all his great-grandparents and grandparents had already gotten here. Needless to say, he had quite the greeting committee. He was so overwhelmed that he never made it into his costume!

Here are some guests enjoying the beautiful day:

Wilson & Big Daddy testing out the tent

When it came time to sing and blow out candles, Wilson was again, a little shy about being in the spot light. Daddy joined him and then he was able to blow all the candles out!

Time to dig in!

Here's Wilson watching his friends open his presents. Again, not one for the spot light, he'd let them open, but then quickly stashed the loot under the table when they were finished!

Wilson and great granddaddy, Poppie

Wilson & Pat Pat

Our Three Year Old Family

Wilson, Daddy, & Granna putting together the neat garage that Pat Pat & Paw gave him

It was hard to go to bed after a day filled with so much excitement. So, he didn't. He and Daddy moved his tent into his room and had an indoor campout!

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On a side note, I checked the ticker to be sure that it had made it to "3" and noticed that the one under Miller said that I had 88 days left. Yea! Finally double digits- it sounds even better to say that I only have about 10 weeks to go. We had another sonogram Tuesday and everything looked great- she was laying crossways and face down so really all we saw was her back and that answered why I feel her all over. She's completely sprawled out and horizontal!