Happy birthday, little dude! Today are you are three years old. It’s such a cliche, but I can’t believe you’re already three. It doesn’t seem possible. Three is an official big boy age – you’re a big boy now! Which is good, because you have been saying “JOSHUA BIG” for a while now.
I always heard that each new age was the best one, and so far that has held true for you. I have loved watching your personality grow and change over the last year. You still love dogs and Jake the Pirate, but you have added a new love: Thomas the Train (and his entourage). You love Thomas. You have a Thomas bed. You have three Thomas shirts. You have a Thomas backpack and fifteen Thomas books and Thomas socks and Thomas stickers and Thomas everything. It’s pretty impressive how much you know about trains now – you can tell me which train is which and how some of them work; you can tell me which ones are steam engines and which ones are diesels. And some other stuff but I have already forgotten most of it. I’m sure you will remind me tomorrow :)
You have also learned so many songs this year! I love to hear you sing. You know the words and motions to so many great songs, and if you don’t know the words, you just sing louder. You love to march in time to a song, especially the Star Wars theme. And you do a great impression of Queen Elsa as she transforms into the snow queen. I think you have a future in rock and roll. You keep inviting me to sing with you but seem less than impressed with my skills. We can’t all be stars, Josh.
And when you aren’t singing, you’re talking. You talk about everything – what you’re doing, what I’m doing, what Thomas is doing, the time you saw the moon outside and the time you thought you heard an airplane but it was a helicopter, how you want to see a dog later, the time you did see a dog, how you think the potty is too loud, why Jenna needs to go take a nap, which blanket you hope you get to have for bedtime, when Daddy will be home from work, and maybe a few other things. You follow me around the house, clutching Thomas in one hand and “chawka milk” in the other, talking a mile a minute. Your little voice is adorable, and you have started to lisp when you say the letter S. It’s fabulous.
You’re also very honest. If someone asks your opinion on something, you will give it. Good, bad, in between – you just tell it like it is. But that honesty extends into following the rules, and trying to do the right thing. You are very into rules – sometimes I think you think I have a magical power to enforce the rules. I won’t let you read this for a long time, but – I don’t. You’re just a really obedient kid. But I think that works out well for both of us.
Joshua, I am so impressed with you. You have worked really hard this year. A couple of weeks before your second birthday, you took a few steps. Now, a year later, you are trying to run! And jump, and go up steps, and so many other big boy things. You have had to overcome a lot, but you’ve done it really well. You don’t always love PT or OT, but you still try your hardest to do everything they ask of you. It isn’t easy to struggle with so much, but you are one of the happiest kids I know!
You are so friendly, and so sweet. You offer Jenna your favorite Thomas toy when she is sad, and pat her head when she’s angry. You ask if you can “read” me stories, and you offer to bring me Diet Coke. I’m especially proud of that one. People always tells me that you’re such a great kid, and I believe it. You are. You are such a good kid. I know sometimes I can be frustrated with you, but I hope you know that I am so proud of you. I am not a patient person – see Daddy for patience – but I love you so much and I love being your mom.
Happy, happy birthday, Joshua. Or, as you say, Joshwah Evuhvelled. These three years with you have been incredible. I can’t wait to see what the next year brings.