This afternoon Briggs was having a hard time going down for a nap. Before long, he was at the top of the stairs looking a little sheepish.
I walked up the stairs to put him back in his crib and he proudly said, “I got out all by myself!” Yes, he’s still in a crib because he has never climbed out and yesterday he turned three years old. It took him turning three to realize he was capable of climbing out on his own. I have a feeling a big boy bed is in his very near future!
Our little caboose turned three years old and all of the sudden he looks so grown up. Instead of mourning the loss of the terrible twos – we will happily move on and catalog all of the crying pictures!
Here’s a little look back at his first three years…
Here’s a snapshot of our new three-year-old:
He’s got a big personality and he knows how to use his voice – we’re working on that voice not being a scream. 🙂
His older siblings cater to him and at the same time the tease him relentlessly – hence the screaming.
At three years old he wants nothing more than to be with his best friends – he’s going to be social kid.
He currently loves Paw Patrol and PJ Mask and is elated when he gets to watch Netflix.
He’s potty trained and I’ve never been more excited to cancel an Amazon subscription.
Every night I put him to bed he requests the song “I love to see the temple” and he insists on knowing what breakfast will be.
He’s funny with clothes and if it is a button up shirt or a polo – he prefers it buttoned all the way to the top. Unfortunately, those buttons are not usually used on kids and they are hard as can be with their little necks and it’s often unbuttoned and a fight between us.
He loves his little scooter and cruises around on our evening walks – it’s a little weird to not need the big jogging stroller anymore.
He insists on brushing his teeth by himself and yet refuses to pull up his underwear without help.
He wants a bagel for lunch nearly every day with a cheese stick and gogurt. He also loves his carrots and ranch dip and I often find half eaten carrots throughout the house.
Somewhere along the line he must have said something that we told him was a “bad word”. Now he says something random like “Crybaby bop-it” and then assures me, “that’s not a bad word mom, crybaby bop it isn’t bad is it?!” I have no clue where this kid comes up with stuff!
He’s a puzzler. Every single day there are puzzles across our floor – I’m confident he picked up that interest from our other puzzler, Cannon.
I often find him talking to Alexa – he’s mastered playing the Trolls soundtrack – it took Alexa a while to figure out what he was saying, but now trolls is constantly playing.
We call him our little “Silly Billy” and it fits him perfectly. We sure do love this guy!
Several years ago Steve decided it would be much better to celebrate my December birthday on my half birthday in June and I agreed. There’s so much going on in December, my birthday was often overlooked anyway – and who wants to receive Christmas gifts, anniversary and birthday gifts all in a week and a half.
So for years, we’ve celebrated my birthday in June. Of course, then December rolls around and people start wishing me a happy birthday and asking what I was doing for the special day and then I had to explain over and over again that we celebrate in June.
This year, a neighbor stopped by with chocolate muffins for my birthday and the kids answered the door. He asked Cannon who’s special day it was and Cannon had no idea. “Doesn’t someone in your house have a birthday today?” Cannon denied any such birthday. Our neighbor was a little confused – clearly his wife sent him on the errand and now he was second guessing leaving the birthday muffins. Cannon proudly said, “No, it’s my mom’s fake birthday today, her real birthday is in June.” Cannon was so matter-of-fact and this confused our poor neighbor even more. He left the muffins anyway. (thank heavens, they were delicious!)
Needless to say, the neighbor was in contact and relayed the funny conversation and I was able to set the record straight and then explain to Cannon that indeed it was my real birthday. Even as the words came from my mouth, Cannon was shaking his head in disbelief. He knows very well when we put the birthday bucket and banner out and when I open my presents! His mind was blown!! I reminded him all day that it was my real birthday. Just as real as his birthday!
A couple weeks ago, Hallie gave me a list of things she wanted for her birthday or Christmas. There was nothing crazy or over the top. But several items she requested required me deciding what she would like. For example she wanted clothes. I’m batting 50% with buying clothes for her these days so I didn’t want to buy something and not have her love it. She wanted new sandals – but what color or even size would she need? She wanted perfume – there’s a million options!
Instead of spending time buying stuff we would have to return, I took her shopping. She’s transitioning to a teen so the idea of going shopping is amazing, but she’s still young at heart and longs for the surprise of opening a gift. We blended the two worlds and went shopping for a few things and then had a few small things for her to open. She was more than happy and grateful.
Her cute friends came and decorated her room while she was away and when she returned Cannon and Briggs were so excited for her to see it. They didn’t tell her what it was, but they anxiously told her to hurry and go to her room.
To add to the birthday fun we joined up with family for dinner and cake to celebrate two birthday girls – four years apart in age.
One year older and taller too!
Today she became a teenager and she was beyond happy about it. She’s pinky promised to not turn into a moody teenager but only time will tell. 🙂
If I thought it was an option, I would’ve given her back as a baby…seriously, it was that rough. Even as a toddler, she was strong willed and tried my patience on the daily. But once she started going to school a switch flipped – She was happy and helpful and I would’ve taken three more girls just like her. But the other girls never came and she reigns the oldest and the only girl in the family. I think she quite likes her position in the family despite wishing for sisters every time I was pregnant!
She is the most helpful child you will come across. She’s helpful because she sees a need and doesn’t ask to help, she just pitches in. She has saved me on many occasions both physically and emotionally.
She’s a talker. She comes home from school and talks about her day and I love it. She tells me the good, she tells me the bad and I feel connected because she shares.
She’s turned into quite the shopper. If I’m out running errands she wants to come. Sometimes its the grocery store, sometimes it’s the mall – either way, she’s in. I quite enjoy having her to talk with as we run around.
She’s kind – she doesn’t seek to hurt others, even when her brother’s are egging her on.
She tries new things – if I’ve brought home Thai food – she’ll try it. If people are wake surfing at the lake – she’s not embarrassed – she’ll try it. She scared of heights but when we’re rapelling in Zion – she’ll try it. I love that she’s not managed by fear.
She always tries her best. She’s an all-in kind of girl and I love that. However, she’s learning perfection isn’t what she should be striving for and sometimes good enough is exactly that…good enough.
As we always tell her – she’s our favorite daughter! 😉
Happy Birthday sweet girl!
He’s waited a whole year to be 5 years old and the day has finally arrived! I’m banking on the fact that at least three times in the next week he’s going to tell me he can’t wear a shirt anymore because it says 4 years and he’s now 5! Kid logic makes me chuckle.
We sat in his room this evening recounting the day he was born and then we took turns telling him what we loved about him. With each person who added what they loved most, his eyes sparkled a little more and his grin got just a little bigger. Who doesn’t love to hear people saying great things about them? Even 5-year-olds catch on to that!
He is a happy kid who loves to sit and play board games and do puzzles. He loves playing with friends and loves to run errands with me. He is helpful without being asked. He loves to play with Briggs and only occasionally is frustrated that he’s ruining his game!
I love this happy boy with a head full of crazy coarse hair. Happy birthday little man!