Aside from the note in my calendar claiming that his third birthday is 3 weeks away, there have been an alarming number of incidents that have led me to believe that I have somehow misplaced the small, blanket wrapped baby entrusted to me by the good folks at Northside Hospital. I swear I had him just last week. I wonder if I should check the lost and found. Perhaps someone has lost their screaming, running, fire truck obsessed toddler. Oh, he really, he's mine, no more baby? Well, I guess I shouldn't be surprised considering all the clues I have been given:1. Yesterday was his last day of art class, which goes along with...
2. Today was his last day of Gymboree. We can't make the schedule work because he is...
3. Starting preschool 5 days (!!) after his birthday. As long as...
4. He continues to use the potty and not have accidents in his...
5. Size 4T (!!!) underwear that I was sure would be too big. But is not and he wore to the church nursery who will soon...
6. Move him up into regular a Sunday School class. All the while...
7. He is constantly on the move, making up stories for his trucks and cars, asking a million and twelve questions a day (most of them "Why?") and singing songs with made up words. And driving fire trucks apparently.
Whoo, that is a lot in one summer, especially when you are supposed to still be a tiny baby. When does this growing up thing stop?
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Don't you wish you could freeze time right now?! The beginning really did remind me of when you used to just leave your keys laying around everywhere and we teased that the same thing would happen with your baby.
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