Tommy, my youngest child seemed to grow from a baby to a little man over night. He is 3-years-old now, but doesn't act like a toddler. I get compliments from strangers on how well behaved he is all the time.
He started talking early and was always careful to pronounce words correctly. He never called his bottle "ba-ba". It was always "bot-tle". He said it in 2 parts so that he could enunciate the word properly. From his first words, I taught him to always say please and thank you. Now those words are second nature for him. He never asks for something without saying please and he always says thank you. His new thing to say is "Nice to meet you." I didn't teach him that one. I'm not sure where he learned it, but it tickles me to hear him say it.
He loves his sisters so much. Even at his young age, he defends them and stands up for them. I took Anna to the doctor a few days ago. She started to cry while she was having blood drawn. Tommy pulled up his sleeve, offered his arm up and bravely said to the nurse, "I'll take a shot for Anna. I'm not scared." When the nurse told him that she was almost done, he reassured Anna by holding her hand and telling her, "You're okay, Anna." He gave her the lollipop that the receptionist had given to him for behaving so well in the waiting room. I watched this scene transpire in front of me with a smile on my face, pride in my heart and a giggle in my soul. It is deeply satisfying to know that Tommy will grow up to be a good man.
As I sit and write this blog, I can hear him running around and laughing, his Dad calling after him to get him underwear back on. He thinks it is so funny to run around naked after using the potty. I turn to look and, sure enough, there he is, nothing but his birthday suit and one dirty sock on his right foot. The events leading up to this one dirty sock is a story that I will write about next time. Right now, I have to go convince him that his foot will not fall off as I hurry to change his sock.
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