CARTER is THREE
Dear Carter,
I wrote you this letter a little early this year for your THIRD birthday because I knew it might be likely I would be at the hospital with your new baby brother or sister.
Although your year has been wonderful; you are SUCH a
blessing in our family, lately, you’ve been working on some pretty major
changes that have kept you busy and tired as well. First of all, you started preschool. Watching you waltz up to Miss Hilarie’s door
like you owned the place and running in without so much as a wave goodbye (as I
was crying through my sunglasses) was exactly you. My confident, outgoing guy. It’s been hard for you to feel like you are
missing out on things at home while you are there, but you are doing
sensational at school. I love how much
you tell me about your day- please always keep doing that as I will always
care.
After many, many months of being completely uninterested in
anything having to do with the potty, you are beginning to make some steps
forward there. A few weeks ago, I swear
you were just going to potty train yourself- you were going all the time for a
few days, but now have backed off a little and are taking baby steps in that
direction little by little. Although
Mommy is a complete control freak, I have learned from your brothers to let the
potty trainee control that situation so I am letting you lead and we are
figuring it out.
Another big milestone for you was going from your crib to
your toddler bed. Many things you’ve
done have been on your own timeline, not mine- rolling over, pulling yourself
up to a standing position when you were only sixth months (which caused you
lots of falling over injuries) and this is no exception. One day you were perfectly content in your
crib, the next day you were climbing out like it was your J-O-B. I was not ready, not even close. I like to keep people in their cribs for as
long as possible. Even after you started
climbing out, I was still fighting you for control over that milestone. I flipped your sleep sack inside out of
backwards making it harder for you to take it off to climb out. I changed where your pillow was, moved your
chair out of the way, even contemplated flipped your crib so that the longer
side was facing out. Throughout those
attempts to keep you little, you would let me think it worked and then, a couple of days later when I was just
starting to think I won, you’d climb out again.
You might be wondering why I was so hesitant to switch you
into your toddler bed. Well, I could
tell you weren’t going to be someone who would make that transition without a
little debauchery and I wasn’t ready for it yet. Also, everything I read told me that you
shouldn’t do the big boy bed thing when other changes were happening (hello?!
Potty training, new sibling, starting school- that sounded like a recipe for
disaster).
I finally admitted defeat to you when there was an evening
where everyone was in their bedrooms, Daddy and I included… Your monitor was on
and right next to me. We heard some
noise and assumed it was one of your big brothers coming out. Daddy went to go check and it was you. You had somehow climbed out of your crib
without making any noise, opened up the door, and had actually gone downstairs
without us knowing. You said you wanted
to play basketball. I knew I had lost
the battle and your crib life was over.
As predicted, changing into a toddler bed has not been the
easiest thing. I went into your room
yesterday during naptime and you had taken the Desitin diaper rash cream and put it all over your
hands, clothes, and bed. Also, I have walked
in to find all your diaper wipes strewn about the room, and we’ve already taken
most of your books and put them way up high because you were taking them all off
of your shelf. Thank goodness we have
recently purchased a video monitor so we can see what in the world you’re up
to.
You have wonderful reasons why you made each of the
decisions above, which makes me think you will be fantastic at explaining yourself
should you make a questionable decision.
This year besides all those other milestones, you tried
gymnastics and loved it, tried music class and loved it, and are looking
forward to playing some soccer with your brothers in a couple of weeks.
Even though I think you are very excited to be a big
brother, I’m a bit worried about your transition because I know you love being
my littlest guy. You’ve been so kind and
sweet to my growing belly and your baby brother/sister is already totally in to
you; he/she kicks most often when you are the one talking and touching.
Other things about you- you are incredibly verbal,
incredibly funny, and incredibly snuggly.
You love nothing more than to have “skunkgle time.” I hope you never say
that word right. You love to ride your
balance bike and you are an absolute bullet on that thing. You would prefer to be outside all day and
not even come in for meals or anything else.
One of your favorite places in the world is District 5- the trampoline
park. You call it the “jumping place”
and you ask to go all the time. You love
to read, which I am so grateful for. You
are also someone who picks favorite books and wants to read those constantly
over and over and over. Nolan and Judah
love to teach you things like letters and numbers- I hope you always let them;
they have been fantastic and eager teachers to you and so kind and patient as
you learn. Your face is arguably the
most demonstrative in the family (although I certainly give you a run for your
money).
And very importantly, you are still my Bing. You don’t always love for other people to
call you that anymore, but you always let me <3
You are so loved, Carter.
I hope being three brings a year of joy, learning, kindness, and so much
fun.
You are my favorite Carter that’s ever been.
I love you,
Mommy
FLYING on your balance bike (you wear your helmet 99% of the time, I swear). |
I'm sure you were about to race those cars all over me. |
YOU LOVE OUTSIDE even when the winter is LOOOOOOOONG. |
You are a potty superhero. |
Yep, that's you. |
making your mark on the Valentine's Day cards for your class. |
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