This post is three months late, but I figure you'd rather I write this three months late than skip it. And trust me. You are such a delight at 3 years old that you will want this post included in the way we remember you as a child, and you are also such a busy little guy that you will need this post as a warning because if your children take after you they will make you incredibly happy and proud and very very tired.
Kyler - how dearly loved you are. You gave us a run for our money in your twos. Quite literally, as you often took off running as fast as you could until you were halfway down the block before we caught up with you. Often without pants on. When you were caught you'd immediately turn, smile and come barreling toward us as though your cuteness would win us over and you could avoid discipline. That tactic actually does work with many of the other adults in your life. Because you are so dang cute.
Your memory is incredible. It scares me actually. You will reenact entire scenes from movies with your toys and will often quote lines from tv shows or movies you've seen if you can find a way to relate them to what's going on around you (you get that from your dad). At three years old you can read dozens of words, not because you understand phonics or how words work, but just because you memorized them while we were teaching your sister. And now it's impossible to read to you without interruption as you insist on pointing out every word you know.
We still often find you sleeping in peculiar places. On your floor, under your mattress, under your bed, or most recently, in your laundry basket. I think you just play hard. Really hard. Until you crash.
You are so funny. I love how your vocabulary is growing and the craziest things come out of your mouth. When you turned 3 you were just getting the hang of potty training, but putting your underwear and pants on was another story. You'd often come walking out of the bathroom saying. "These in trouble. These in trouble" when you couldn't get your legs through the right parts of your clothes. The other day you yelled to your dad that "My underwear is disobeying! It's being disrespectful!!!" Seriously, I love you.
You're in a superhero phase. Anything with a cape and a mask and you're sold. Your first words of the day are typically "Is my batman shirt dirty?" if I try to put anything else on you. At this point you have several superhero shirts that you rotate between, but the Batman shirt is your favorite. We got you Batman rain boots for Christmas and you literally wear them almost every day. I don't think you've ever seen a Batman cartoon or show, or any superhero show for that matter, but still you're obsessed. I think Superhero obsession must be hidden in male genetic code.
You're afraid of car washes and I'm always afraid the workers are going to think I'm hurting you from the way you scream in terror when we drive through. But you've recently started something new: you shut your eyes real tight while we go through and then after we're out you ask us if you were brave and we tell you that you were and you smile. Now you ask to go to the car wash just so that you can prove to us how brave you are.
I love the way every time you see a flower or a weed or even a long piece of grass next to us you pick it up and say "This flower is for YOU." But you've started pretending like you don't like kisses from me and pushing me away if I try in public. But I steal them anyway and you giggle. Because you're not allowed to be too old or too cool for Mommy's kisses yet.
You are so busy little one. Your mind never stops and you never stop and everyone who knows you comments on your 'energy.' You are passionate. Oh so passionate and you feel your emotions strongly. You cry hard and you laugh hard. Actually if you start laughing too hard we have to stop everything and make you stop laughing because you will literally laugh until you throw up. You're persistent and when you get your mind set on something you are very slow to give up. Hold on to that son, it exhausts your parents now, but that will be a strength that will serve you well when you are a grown man. You are rough and tumble and always dirty and into something. Just the way little boys should be.
We love you buddy.
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