Our baby boy turns three years old today. I can hardly believe it, a part of me feels a bit guilty about the lack of documentation he has compared to his sister, but such is the life of a second child I guess. This past year has been wonderful and challenging at the same time.
Before Bodhi, I didn't believe in the "terrible twos", I definitely thought my parenting was top notch and boy was I wrong. A healthy dose of reality snapped me out of those misguided beliefs in the guise of Bodhi Asher. The sweetest little soul you'll ever meet but with a mind. of. his. own.
This past year Bodhi has really come out of his shell. He is so social and although he hangs back in new situations/surroundings for the first bit, he jumps in pretty quickly and really likes to socialize with other kids. I can't believe I'm going to be registering him for pre-school in the next couple of months, something I think will be SO good for him.
Bodhi LOVES his big sister and looks up to her in every way. In fact I had a hard time trying to figure out what to get him for his birthday because he's really just into whatever Scarlett is into (ponies, princesses and shoes) lord knows we have enough of all of the above already.
He's still such a mama's boy, he loves to "nuggle" and every night at bedtime we have chats where he opens up very freely about how everyone made him feel that day (with full expression in his explanations of how people affected him that day) He really is the most sensitive, sweet, loving little guy. I can't even raise my voice without his little bottom lip quivering and then turning into a full on sob, but I digress. After our chats we snuggle up and sing a couple of bedtime songs, always Baby Beluga (his favorite, he now knows all the words to it) and currently the peanut butter and jelly song (thanks youtube)
He got his first double black eye this week when he slipped on a rug and hit the bridge of his nose on the edge of a kitchen chair. He's actually pretty accident prone and I'm shocked he hasn't had a black eye sooner, or lost a tooth. It's not that he's any busier than his sister, in fact I don't really see much of a difference between the two of them, he's just more clumsy.
He loves to roar like a dinosaur, give love to our pets (Bentley and Sundae) and play with any kinds of characters (action figures, ponies, barbies, dinosaurs) He's SO good at independent play and thank God for that since he gave up his naps around his second birthday, but when he does pass out mid afternoon he sleeps like a rock and wakes up like a bear.
It's so fun watching him grow. It feels really surreal that he's now my little boy and no longer my baby. Our baby days are over and although I feel a twinge of sadness when I look through old photos, I mostly feel excited to be entering this next chapter.
Happy Birthday Bodhi Asher. We love you more than you will ever know.
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