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