Month Thirty-Six (almost a month late!)

Dear Abe,
Holy crap you are three. And, yes, I have procrastinated like crazy getting this post up here. I am so, so very sorry. But, things have gotten a little crazy in my life and it is hard to find extra time to do anything. One day you will see.

I was just thinking the other day how much I like the age of three. I find that I can explain things to you (sometimes), reason with you (sometimes), and you even sleep the whole night (sometimes).

Right now your favorite movie is "Toy Story" and "Buzz Lightyear Two" (aka "Toy Story Two"). For your birthday we got you the Woody and Buzz dolls, and ohmigod, watching you play with those two is the cutest thing I have ever seen. You love to watch the movie and simultaneously act out Woody and Buzz to what is happening on the screen. My favorite is when you acted out when Buzz and Woody "fly" at the end of the first movie (you know, when Woody lights the rocket and the fly into Andy's van). You make Woody and Buzz soar in the air, then do three twirls and plop them down onto the cushion. SO FREAKING CUTE.

You take Woody everywhere -- the grocery store, Home Depot, to bed. I feel like you are a real-life Andy with his Woody toy. I wonder if that is how your trains feel, now that you completely ignore their existence. We have also had some fun with the name "Woody." You have told everyone about your big Woody and your tiny Woody (you have a miniature version of him as well), and people give you weird looks if you are not holding the doll. We have to quickly follow up with, "Woody, from the movie "Toy Story."

You are back to school, and I think finally adjusted. It took you a couple of weeks to get used to it. Baba was a little worried about you, because you were acting so quiet, and tired, and cranky. But I knew that it is because you don't do well with changes (like someone else I know -- your Daddy). But, as soon as you felt comfortable again, you were a big ball of excitement and energy. You talk non stop about what you did, what you learned, who said what to you. I think you are learning so much, and that makes me happy.

You are still my sweet Abe, and it makes me happy to know that you are such a sensitive, loving little boy. I was playing Toy Story with you (naturally) and I was Rex (the dinosaur). We were climbing on a fire truck and the ladder fell and hit Rex's head. I said, "Ouch!" You looked at Rex and gave him a kiss on his head as if it was second nature to you. Why wouldn't you give kisses to boo-boos -- even inanimate objects?

I hate that the time is going so fast and your childhood will be gone before I know it. I try so hard to remember to enjoy this time (even when you are throwing toys at me and laughing maniacally). I love you so much and I couldn't be prouder to be your Mama.

Love,
Mama