Three is a cool year. It's the first year Logan actually "got" his birthday - he understood what was going on, that he was having a party, that his friends would come for cake and bring presents, and that it was all about HIM. He was so excited the day of the party as he helped me set up the room and he did an admirable job of restraining himself where the cake was concerned. He's started telling people that he's "three" - and he seems to understand what that means. While I loved the twos, "three" seems to be a major turning point for a child. In the past year, Logan's vocabulary has exploded, his sense of humor has become sharper with every passing day, and his sensitivity to the world around him is frequently apparent.
He's also realized that Shay is here to stay, and while he still can't wait for her to be able to actually play, he's often quite protective of her. He's also still rambunctious as a circus clown, but also very sweet. He's taken to saying, "It's okay, Shay" whenever she cries, he brings her toys to play with and loudly annouces, "She spit up!" when circumstances warrant.
If year three is as good as years one and two were, we're in for a treat.
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