Three Year Letter

Dear Shep,

Oh man. You've grown this year. You have become our family clown, tough guy and imp. Anytime you are walking anywhere you have this strut you do, that usually involves stomping and arm swinging. You have SO much personality. You flirt constantly and will just approach people with a 'Hey lady! I'm a Shep'. No one can replace your momma though, and you are still my little love (all day...all night...whenever you get a chance). You still crawl into bed with me every night around 3am and proceed to shove your little hands and feet under my back, or use them to try and kick daddy out of bed.

Strutting

You and Foster have grown very close this year as you start to catch up with him on physical activity, humor and interests. It's rare that the two of you aren't together. Daddy treasures Friday afternoons when he gets time with just you while Foster is in school.

This year you've become obsessed with baseball, riding your bike, learning to swim and climbing and jumping from everything. You started skiing this year and were very excited to get real boots and skis to ride down the hill. You would yell at me 'LET GO' if I held on to your jacket as we went down the hill. You love 'toast' even though you don't want it 'made' and so really you want bread with butter and jelly on it.

You were potty trained just before turning 2 and a half and quickly were ready to be in underwear only at night as well! You were ready before Foster, so we made you stay in pull-ups until he was ready to join you. You were almost too good at potty training and for awhile there it turned into you refusing to pee even when you clearly needed to do so. You were never very pleasant to be around during those times.

This was your first Christmas where you started to get the whole Santa/presents/cookies thing. That was fun to watch. You asked for a blue race car, but never failed to show Daddy other options when in the toy aisle at the store.

Man you're cute.

Love you,
Momma