Thursday, October 03, 2013
Dearest August, on turning 3 (and 1 month and change...)
But, really, you were in the mix, holding your own, and being Very Three by early summer.
You are now finally potty trained. Shhhh...don't say it too loudly or we may jinx it. Katie and Jorge both happily self-trained around 2.5 but you stubbornly held out to just past age 3. After nearly three weeks, I'm going to mark it as "potty trained with very rare accidents." Good job, little dude.
You are funny--so funny--and sweet and passionate and stubborn and determined. You have a righteous sense of justice and fairness. You rarely accept something for yourself if you think the other kids are missing out; instead you ask for some to share with them, too. When we made a soup a few days ago, you decided that it was for "M". At dinner, you insisted we had to wait and eat it with "M" when she got here. Two and a half months doesn't seem reasonable for a soup to sit in waiting, so we talked you off of that ledge, but it was a pretty strong conviction. I love that heart of yours.
You love to tell stories. Perhaps my favorite: Rockefeller Peanutpaste and his self-made lego rocket (with a picnic lunch provided by his mother) go to the moon and see the green moon bears, which are distracted by tossing the peanut butter sandwiches and so Rockefeller Peanutpaste escapes. Many other stories involve the adventures of Prince Auggie. FoxyPuppy was also a feature for many weeks. FoxyPuppy would go on adventures through the fields and woods and ponds and always end up at home for a treat and a snuggle. You never tire of these.
I'm so enamored with you, sweet August.