My sweet little boy turned three this month and I still have a hard time saying it. It seems like I was excited about saying he was a year old, then it seemed natural to say he was two, but three just sounds like I'm loosing my baby. THREE is a small child...not my baby boy. I guess that's just one of the many things a mother must accept in her child's life...they grow up...and they do it so fast. He already has such a colorful personality. He loves to "deer hunt", ride four-wheelers, play ball, do ANYTHING outside, and wrestle with his Daddy. He is "all-boy" for sure, but still so sweet to me. He tries to "protect" me when Dustin and I are play wrestling. He can't stand for Dustin to say "I'm getting Mommy!" And, with a new baby on the way, I wasn't sure how much of the whole process he would understand, but I have been so impressed with him. He'll walk by me sitting on the couch and shake my belly and say "Wake up, Gracie!" He loves to show everyone her room and her clothes. and he likes telling people that Gracie can't come out because she's growing. He is going to be the best brother in the world. I can't wait to see him with her. I do, however, feel sorry for the poor little boy that asks her out on her first date. I thought my Dad and Step-Dad were bad, but I don't think they'll hold a light to some little boy having to deal with Dustin and Michael just to take Gracie out! My poor little girl won't have a date until she's 30! :)
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