Dear John Silas,
Happy birthday, John-John! You are my incredibly sweet and incredibly stubborn little big boy. What a year it has been. You are a book-loving jumping bean and I love you more than I can describe. You want to be a fireman when you grow up. You practice by wearing your Firehouse Subs plastic fireman’s hat and taking the old hose out of the garage and running around “putting fires out.” You can recite 80% of The Little Fire Engine by heart and you have thrown Daniel Tiger to the curb for Fireman Sam (I miss Daniel). A few months ago you learned to poop on the potty and we were so proud of you! Now you go to the potty all the time except when you decide to be stubborn and wait too long because you don’t want to stop playing. In April we went to Disney with Grammie and Papa and you had the time of your life. Your face on the Teacups ride was priceless! You hugged all the characters and grinned from ear to ear. Lately you’ve been in a phase of hitting and kicking which is no fun for anyone. One minute you’re kicking me and the next you’re hugging all over me and telling me you love me (it’s so very confusing). It’s a phase and it will pass. You tend to get hurt more than your brother, always tripping over something while chasing after him. I do the same thing! You are the pickiest eater I have ever met. I have finally gotten to the point where I am no longer offended by your refusal to eat. You go to bed hungry a lot (and Theo always eats your scraps!) You really like to talk about Jesus and often say that you want to follow Him. I’m praying for His work in your heart because that’s what I want, too. You can recite your bible verse “The joy of the Lord is my strength! Nehemiah 8:10” and like to read about Jesus and the bad guys (the story of his crucifixion). “But he doesn’t stay dead!” you say. My goodness how I love you. Your all-encompassing bear hugs are most certainly one of my favorite things on this earth. Please never stop hugging me. I will always be your Mom-Mom wanting hugs from you, my sweet and sassy John-John.
Dear Theophilus James,
Happy third birthday, Theo! You are my tender-hearted helper who just so happens to also be an Olympic shot put thrower and rock climber. You climb everything. This was your morning routine for a few months: you’d climb your dresser, stand on top, reach over and move the childproof lock on your closet door, climb down, take everything out of your closet, and then come into my room looking cute with some new treasure from the closet. (Side note: everything in the room is attached to the wall). Thankfully you aren’t doing that as much any more (instead it’s been your brother waking all of us up!). You are difficult to contain now that you no longer sleep in a crib. I think the toddler bed transition has been almost as hard as your colicky baby days (in a different way, of course). You are a grabber (you even call your arm the “grabber arm”) – anything within reach is yours. Last fall that included a bottle of Motrin that was on the bathroom counter. You both had been sick with a fever and I was up most of the night trying to help you both sleep. In my delirious state I left the Motrin on the bathroom counter and didn’t closed the top. You chugged that thing so fast there was barely anything left by the time I found you drinking it. So there I was on the phone with Poison Control thinking I was the worst mother in the world. Thankfully you didn’t manage to drink enough to need to get your stomach pumped. The man on the phone told me your stomach would be upset but you didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact you kept asking for more medicine all day. You love eating food. All. The. Food. I am so thankful you eat pretty much everything I put in front of you, including broccoli! You are getting noticeably bigger than your picky brother, who you adore. You are extremely protective of him. When John is getting in trouble (which has been frequent these days) you come over and yell, “STOP IT, MOMMY!” It really makes no sense to me considering the fact that I’ve usually just been hit by your brother, but you guys are quite the duo. Other than those outbursts and fits when you don’t get your way, you are very sweet and helpful. You want to help me cook and clean and you love when I ask you for help with little things – like finding my shoes or keys or one of the many things that I lose. You finally figured out how to jump and now you won’t stop. You can do a handstand (using the wall to hold up your feet) and you love going to Capoeira class to learn how to be like Captain America. You also love to read books and keep telling me you want to learn how to read. You will soon, little man. I am thankful for your hugs and kisses and eagerness to help others. I can’t wait to see more of who God has created you to be.