My Baby is 3!

by Abby on February 27, 2012

Riley, Feb. 2012Dear Riley,

Happy Birthday! Today you are 3. What a big boy you have become! Sometimes I feel like I’m the only mother on the planet who does not get sad to see my kids grow up. But the truth is, I enjoy you and your brother more the older you get. You’re a real little boy now, with a personality and a sense of humor. Oh, who am I kidding? You’ve ALWAYS had a personality, but as a baby it mainly manifested as a lot of screaming. And yelling. And more screaming. Now, you have the words to better express yourself.

You have a LOT of words. You say “amazing” and “search” and “actually.” This is astounding and sometimes anxiety-provoking to other parents of kids your age, but I think it’s just because you were born into a family of word-lovers. And also, jokesters. Your daddy loves to pull your leg, saying things like, “So you want to get a princess balloon at the store? I know how you love princesses.” And you’ll say, without batting an eye, “Da-deeee! You’re kidding!”

You make us laugh all the time. One night we were driving home in the car and your brother kept bugging you: “Knock-knock, Riley! Knock-knock! Now YOU say, who’s there?”

You said, “Not now, Miles, I’m busy.”

“Busy doing what?” I asked.

“Sitting in my carseat!” you replied.

You know your own mind, that’s for sure. This is downright infuriating to me sometimes. But other times, I admire you for playing by your own rules. This is a problem at preschool, however, where the teachers have often found you trying to sneak upstairs to the bigger kids’ classrooms, or pushing the door open because you feel like playing outside. “He’s so strong!” they tell me. “Those are heavy doors!” I know. Believe me, I know. It takes all my strength just to lift you into your crib. It’s probably time for a big-kid bed, but if you weren’t enclosed behind bars, I’m afraid we’d find you on the roof setting off fireworks.

Brothers, Feb. 2012The person you love best in the world is your brother, Miles. The two of you make each other laugh like no one else can. When you told him one day you had a friend at school named Quesadilla, he laughed so hard I was afraid he might wet his pants. Of course, sometimes you get really mad at him, like when he takes your toys or bosses you around. Then you yell at him, “You’re not my parent!” Which is better than the biting or hitting. But I tell myself you’ll grow out of that.

You have your moments, buddy, but you make me smile every day. My smart, funny, strong, sweet baby boy, who’s not a baby anymore. I can’t wait to see what the next year has in store for us.

Love, Mom

LINKS O’ THE DAY: My letter to my second-born on his first birthday, and his second birthday. God, I love my blog archives.


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Ali/Alessa February 27, 2012 at 7:05 am

Is he also the one who said “un-delicious”?

Sweet post. I, too, love my son more as he gets older (unlike all of my friends who miss having newborns).

Happy Birthday, Riley! Best wishes.


Abby February 27, 2012 at 1:06 pm

No, that was Miles! They’re both jokesters.


Lou Mello February 27, 2012 at 8:22 am

Such a sweet post and such a fine, funny kid. It will be fun when you start taping these posts to their car keys when they are teenagers driving, that will be a real test of Motherhood. 🙂


Abby February 27, 2012 at 1:07 pm

We actually gave him his own set of toy car keys for his birthday that beep and look real, so he’s on his way. 🙂


Adrienne February 27, 2012 at 4:31 pm

Today is my daughter’s third birthday too! Didn’t realize our kids are the exact same age.


Abby February 27, 2012 at 8:08 pm

Happy Birthday to your daughter!


Loukia February 27, 2012 at 11:09 pm

HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to your darling little one! My, they grow so fast!


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