3. Years. Old.

Motherhood is weird.  You think you are ready for it but are scared that you aren't.  Then all of a sudden you go into labour (sometimes early and unexpectedly) and all of a sudden you are responsible for this teeny tiny human.  They send you home with teeny tiny human as if you know what you're doing.  And the easy parts are feeding them, getting them to go to bed, having baths, although at times those things all seem extremely difficult.  But the real hard part is being responsible for the person that they become.  Making sure they are a decent human being, kind, sympathetic.  Hopefully in high school they won't make stupid choices and have bad friends.  Hopefully people like them.  Hopefully some day they find a job that isn't just a job but that they truly love going to every day, and maybe a spouse and a few kids of their own.  Oh the pressure. 

But for today, I'm just going to enjoy a three year old.  I've never had one of those before.  

Last night Parker ate his supper without a fight.  Then before bed he was hungry and wanted a sandwich.  For my 23 pound 3 year old, this is not something that happens ever.  Maybe three will be a different year!  I doubt it, but I can hope right!

The past three years of my life have most definitely been the best ones.  Instead of looking to the future, I'm often hoping that it won't come so quickly.  I just want my kids to stay little because although the days are hard, and Parker is stubborn and some days we all want to cry or scream or both, the days are amazing.  

He loves Paw Patrol, pogos, the bath, his brother.  He loves any toys with wheels or animals.  He loves his people - his grandparents, aunts and uncles.  He thinks B and Nole are one person.  I guess it makes sense, he always sees them together.  He thinks Auntie Tal lives at Gram and Gramps house.  He never questions why Auntie Amy and Uncle Jamie have so many pets, because what could be better than that many animals!  And Carema is one of the only people he actually eats for.  He loves Daddy's shop and being outside.

He hates clothes that feel funny, he hates being told what to do (sometimes) or not getting his way.  But once in awhile when you ask him to do something he says "ok mommy, I'll try."  He's shy and slightly introverted, but with us once he starts talking it's sometimes hard to keep up.    

I thought second borns were always your headstrong children, but I think Parker might be ours. Although he's little it's fairly impossible to get him to do what you want him to do if he's not interested in doing it.  

This boy is our everything.  Watching him become a brother has been amazing, he's so good at it.  It amazes me how from such a young age Cooper really looked up to him.  We are in for some trouble in the years to come with these two!

Happy 3rd birthday Parker boy!