You love to tell people “I am three years old” and of up your three fingers. Your thumb, pointer, and middle instead of the middle three fingers like most people…and I love it. Those three little fingers that are not baby fingers anymore.
You prefer to use those little fingers to eat with, rather than a fork or a spoon. You have a little caveman in you I guess.
Your little fingers that still hoard pacis, just like you did when you were so much littler. But I want you to be little. So I let you, even if it isn’t nap time.
The little fingers that you hold up to tell me you’ll go potty in five minutes or nap in five minutes or we can leave in five more minutes. or maybe I’ll let you “watch mama’s dancing show in mama’s bed for five minutes?” You have no concept of what five more minutes actually is, but you say it so often sometimes I am convinced that you understand.
“Just one more” you say while you hold up one of those little fingers. Just one more lego youtube video. Just one more episode of Miles of Tomorrowland. Just one more surprise egg. Just one more package of fruit snack.
Birthday pictures by Molly Grunewald. They were taken almost two months ago, before he got his hairs cut.