Today my baby is 3.
I know it doesn’t sound like much, especially when I think of his great, big 11 yr old brother. But it is. It’s a lot. Three is across the bridge from baby to big boy, three is the beginning of pre-school and peers, independence (not that he’s not trying that one already), “I do it,” and so many other things beyond my control.
He’s not a baby anymore. But he’s my baby. He’s my last baby, and he’ll always be my baby.
Kyan is a unique kid... He’s stubborn and headstrong, smart and oh so funny, shy and bold all at once, loving and infuriating… such a mixture of being in one little body. He’s so bright it’s scary… sometimes he’ll say things that you can’t believe just came out of that little mouth, while other times he still seems so very, very little yet. He loves the outside, his cars and trains and Spongebob, thinks his big brother hung the moon and that the Little Einsteins are his friends. I love when he talks to them on the screen. It just makes me smile.
Last night we were cuddling on the couch when he asked me to sing the “open sleigh hey” song. I had to have him say it again to figure out that he wanted to sing “Jingle Bells.” He spent the entire Christmas season singing “Jingle Bells…” He just loves that song, and he’ll still sing it (usually when he thinks nobody is listening) while he’s playing with his toys.
He’s so cute and soft, he smells more like little boy than baby these days, but there’s a spot on the back of his neck where I bury my nose and inhale Kyan. It’s that smell that will always be my baby boy.
My Kyan turned 3 yrs old at 2:05am today, curled up in mommy’s bed, with my arms wrapped around him, dreaming his sweet, hopefully fun, 3 yr old dreams. Just where he should be.
Happy Birthday Baby – I love you!