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You are THREE!

Dearest Gavin,
You are such a bright spot in our lives. You light up a room with your smile, your attempt at jokes (Mom, Guess what? Me: What? You: CHICKEN!!--followed with lots of laughter), your car noises and overall excitement for life. We love you so much Gavin. God knew exactly what he was doing when he let us become your family. You are a snuggly, loving boy. You often tell us  "I wuv you." It melts our hearts every time. You love baseball, cars, teenage mutant ninja turtles, jumping on the trampoline, riding bike, Paw Patrol, Spiderman and Captain America. We bought you Spiderman shoes and Captain America crocs. YOU LOVE THEM!! :) You love Luna and your sisters. Boy, do you love your sisters. You have them wrapped around your fingers. They will stop what they are doing and do whatever you need at nearly any moment.
Before bed, you lay in our bed with Daddy and I. It is such a dear time for us. We let you choose a show to watch and tickle, snuggle and soak it all in.

You count pretty consistently to 20, recognize letters, but don't identify them yet--at least not consistently, you can count 1:1 correspondence, recognize a couple of shapes (heart, triangle, square and circle). You know colors (red, brown, blue, green, yellow, pink, purple) and enjoy being read to. You are happy playing with kids, but just as content playing by yourself. You often go up to your room all by yourself and play with your toys.

You LOVE chocolate covered granola bars, yogurt, fruit of any kind, oatmeal, french fries and macaroni and cheese. You are really a pretty good eater. Gavin, you will eat vegetables and most anything else, but do not enjoy meat as much.

You are frequently sick with a cold. In fact, your tonsil is so big, it touches your uvula. I am trying to get a referral to ENT so we can have them removed.

You have a few nicknames--Buddy, Gavi, G-Dawg, G. You don't seem to mind what anyone calls you. Gavin, you generally are a pretty happy kid, but you definitely have a dramatic streak as well.

Gavin, you are growing like you should. You wear 2T clothing, but some 3T shirts, size 9 shoes and size 5 diapers. Yes, diapers. You are being a big stinker about toilet training. You do well some days and are eager to try and others are tear filled. I am trying to hold off a tad and let you lead the process as I know boys can be more difficult than girls to train. I hope this all falls into place soon.

You are such a fun boy. You love getting dirty, but will run to help me bake or cook the minute you see me in the kitchen. You love art projects, sports, and helping your daddy too. You are a pretty special boy.

We love all that you are and all you are becoming. You have more sweetness and love than can be measured. You complete our family in so many ways. We love you, G. We wish you the happiest of birthdays and a very special year ahead.

Love,
Your Momma









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