Where did the time go? It seems like just yesterday you were a happy-go-lucky, chunky baby learning to sit, crawl, walk and talk.
Today you are my Dennis the Menace. A mop-haired, freckle-faced mischief-maker on the go. You are stubborn, strong-willed and independent to your core. Your favorite phrases are, “Don’t help Mommy, I got it,” and “No mommy, I can do it MYSELF!” I hear those two things about 3,846 times a day.
Yet you also have a heart of gold. You’re the first kid to share a toy or comfort another child. You love animals and babies. You may fight with your brother, but I can tell that you adore him by the way you mimic everything he says and everything he does. And it melts my heart to hear you say, “Dylan, you are my best friend.”
You are a lover a stuffed animals, books and puzzles, yet you are also every inch a rough and tumble little boy. A big fan of wrestling with your brother (you hold your own despite the age difference!) and of running around chasing anything that moves.
Your smile lights up my heart. You are my imp and my baby. We haven’t done your three year pictures yet (Huh? What? What’s that you say about the cobbler’s children?) so for now the image below will have to do.
Happy third birthday my wonderful, crazy, and sweet Logan-boy!