Dear Hendrix,
October 2011
November 2011
You're three. Or, "free," which is equally as awesome. I still catch myself every time you tell someone how old you are. It cannot be possible that you are three entire years old, but it is. I hate it.
December 2011
January 2012
You are so full of life; it geeks you out. I'll watch you calmly playing with a toy, and then all of a sudden, you start dancing, or throwing stuff around. You are electric with energy. Don't ever let anyone (including myself) make you shut that off. I promise I'll stop negating it, and try to help you source it into awesome stuff like shuffle ball changes or yoga stretches.
February 2012
March 2012
You are so funny, Hen. You come up with these stories while playing that put your dad and I into hysterics. You have a way of saying things that is so completely you. You are just plain weird and quirky. Hands down, you are best story teller I know. I promise that I will encourage that humor in you, and I will help you to use it when life gets hard or kids get mean.
April 2012
May 2012
In the past year, you became a big brother. Every day, I am seeing these tiny glimpses of how awesome you are going to be in that role. You LOVE your little brother; you protect him, and you are the apple of his eye. I promise to encourage the two of you to love one another; to respect each other. I pray that you two will be the best of friends, because you both deserve a brother that is your other half.
June 2012
July 2012
I'm amazed that I can write this, but you are potty trained, and done with your pacifier. We conquered both of those Mount Everest together, with a lot of love and a ton of accidents. So many people gave me such a hard time about forcing you into both of those transitions. And you know what? The more I'm your mom, the more I realize you move at your own pace, and that other people's time frames and expectations are for
them. We are our own little family, and it's okay to take the time to move at
our pace. No rush on any other type of transition in the history of ever. Take your time, kid.
August 2012
September 2012
Watching you become YOUR OWN PERSON instead of a blinking ball of baby is so insanely awesome. You are a growing, breathing miracle, every inch of you. I get frustrated, and so far, three has tested every reserve of patience I thought I had an unending flow of. But, we get better, and we dig deeper. I so badly want to be the mom you deserve, a perfect one. I can see all these hints of this adult that is growing inside of you, and I'm so proud. You are my moon and my stars, Hendrix. Three is going to be one great year, little buddy. To say I'm excited doesn't even cover it.
Hendrix's First Year
Hendrix's Second Year
This is the sweetest! I love the picture of him in the bathtub, that looks professional, for serious. Awesome. Three is hard but wonderful too. Lots of love to you both. xoxo
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