Now that K is three, I see some big changes com­ing. First, I’ve noticed that he’s becom­ing a preschooler and no longer a tod­dler right before my eyes. He puts his own shoes on when he wants to. He is start­ing to use the potty. He has great con­ver­sa­tional skills. He has a great imag­i­na­tion. He is drop­ping his nap. He is telling us that he wants to start wear­ing under­wear and using the potty. It doesn’t seem real that he could go from such a tiny baby to this lit­tle boy. It is amaz­ing and a lit­tle sad all at the same time.

A is grow­ing up, too. I know it has to hap­pen, but at the same time I’m not quite ready. A is walk­ing. He’s danc­ing. He also pushes cars and makes a car-like noise. He is also slim­ming out. When I look at pic­tures of him from his birth­day in July and now, I can see how he’s grow­ing and look­ing more and more like K and Jason. If it weren’t for his blonde (WHERE DID HE GET THIS???) hair, I think he’d look almost exactly like Jason and K. As it is, I reg­u­larly get com­ments about the resem­blance between the three of them. Luck­ily, I was the con­tainer that car­ried both K and A, so I can get at least that much credit.

I’ve always heard peo­ple say the same sorts of things about lit­tle kids. “Enjoy them when they’re small.” “They grow so fast.” “Before you know it they’ll be… (going off to school, dri­ving, get­ting mar­ried, you name it).” Recently, I’ve been think­ing about another say­ing. “The days may go slow, but the years go fast.”

And, because I’ve been over­load­ing with pic­tures lately, here are a few more.

Baby K

K with his lego tower

Baby A

A eat­ing a caramel apple