On Monday (25th) my baby boy turned 3. I can't explain the joy that I get from this little guy. He's just always so happy. I wish I could be more like him. It's odd that you can learn so much from your children at such an early age.
I took Jude for his 3 year check up this morning and he's in the 75th percentile for his height and 50th for his weight. When I carry him it feels like he should be in a higher percentile than that! All he wanted to do is show the Dr. his knees, they both have "boo boo's". Of course the Dr. asked about his speech therapy also. I knew it was coming but I told him my plans for preschool and I told him that we took him out of speech therapy and I didn't explain more than that and he didn't ask.
This is the first birthday that my Dad has missed for either of my kids. Two weeks ago he missed my birthday also. I'm still waiting for it to get easier.
