Dear Jax, you are 3

Dear Jax, You are THREE. Oh how I love this time of your life. A time spent playing in the dirt, spraying the hose at your sister, and even peeing on your friends. You love to wake up and give your Mama a hug, snuggle in and hear about being her favorite boy. You HATE (your words, not mine) sleeping - even though your Mom says your not supposed to say that word. You love digging, digging, digging in the sandbox for HOURS on end. You love the basketball hoop you got for your birthday because it is "just what you wanted!" You love all things sweet. You don't like green veggies - except broccoli which you love doused in vegan cheese. You have recently started getting more dramatic when you hear the word "no." You love your sister through and through - and you often show it by hitting or biting. You quickly say "sorry Tatum" whenever you do something naughty, in an effort to avoid a time out. You talk like a 6 year old, even though you are 3. You can tell a story with the best of them. You know how to spell your name and count. You know your ABC's and you can color like a true artist. But aside from that you are too busy building and tearing things apart to worry about "learning time." You love to learn how things are made, take them apart, and put them back together. You are wild. Truly wild. But you are filled with the biggest heart I've ever seen in such a little body. We love you J. Thanks for being just who you are, and being our favorite little boy. Love, Mama