Three years of smiles from those beautiful full lips.
Three years of getting just enough sleep to not qualify as torture.
Three years of desperately trying to keep up with his older brother.
Three years of life with a boy that goes through it at breakneck speed.
Three years of watching brothers learning what it means to love and share and play.
Three years of separation anxiety.
Three years of watching a boy who always wants to do everything "with myself", but loves to be cuddled and carried and, if given a choice, would fall asleep every night holding someone's hand.
Three years of songs sung so repeatedly that we would have given anything for a larger repertoire, yet sung so beautifully that it broke our hearts with joy to hear them.
Three years of stubbornness.
Three years of looking into those green eyes and trying to figure out what was going on in that gorgeous blond head of yours.
Three years of more love than we could ever have imagined.
Here's what you need to know about Liam now that he's three.
- He's been looking forward to this day for months, literally, so that he could have "happy birthday" sung to him and get presents and, I think, feel the unique love that only comes on birthdays.
- His current favorite color is pink, and everything important needs to be pink - the icing on his birthday cupcakes, his underwear,the garbage truck he's hoping he gets for his birthday. (He's getting it, but it's not pink. Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a pink garbage truck?)
- He doesn't like to sleep. Never has, and I'm starting to think that he never will. At least, that is, until he reaches high school when I suspect he will lapse to normalcy and I won't be able to bribe him out of dreamland.
- He gives kisses whenever you ask, always happy to show how much he loves you.
- He wants to do everything that his older brother does, no matter what his older brother is doing.
- He LOVES to sing. Loves it. He can make everything and anything into a song. Apparently the singing I used to do with him when he was a baby has sunk in.
- The rhythm got him. At just three, he can clap to the beat of any song.
- He has real flashes of intelligence and aptitude; he can already (almost) write his name and he can definitely spell it for you. When he was having sleep issues that we thought were digestive issues as an infant, his final diagnosis was "high maintenance. These kids grow up to be doctors or President of the United States." Direct quote from the pediatrician. Whatever he wants to be is fine with us. But we wouldn't mind a doctor or a POTUS in the family. :)
- He can literally go from wide awake to fast asleep in 10 seconds. It's remarkable.
- He will talk your ear off about whatever you want to talk about, and he could not be more sure of himself and what he's telling you about. Trust him, he's right.
Julia Roberts once said that she always knew she would love her kids, but she didn't realize how much she would like them, and how cool she would think they were. I don't think Tim and I could agree more. Well, not about her kids, but about ours. And since this post is about Liam, we will say it about Liam.
We love Liam. What's more, we like Liam. Interestingly, when Liam says, "I love you", he actually always says, "I like you and I love you." We feel the same. He is awesome. He is spunky. He is such an incredible joy to have in our lives. He is our chattery, bubbly, handsome, confident, spitfire of a boy, and we can't wait to keep watching as he keeps becoming who God is continuously creating him to be.
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