To Timmy, at 3.5 Years

Timmy,

I love you so much!  You are such an incredible little boy!  I am pretty sure that you are teaching me more then I am teaching you these days.  I am in awe of you, all of the time.  You are changing so much, but you are still such a sweetheart.  You love on me, tease with your dad, and play with your brother every way you can think of.  You are typically very willing to be helpful and you take such good care of all of us.

It's Christmas time, and you are at SUCH a fun age this year. We have an elf, Fuzzy, who is keeping an eye on you and Tyler for Santa. You weren't so sure about having this spy in our midst's the first few times we reminded you that Fuzzy was watching you, but now you appreciate the reminders and you wake up in the morning anxious to find him in his new hiding spot.  You went to see Santa and surprised us when you told him you wanted a "big truck."  We are trying to make sure Santa knows exactly what you want, but you keep changing your mind!  After a scouting trip to "Toys for Us" we sent Santa a letter that you wanted a Powerwheel Bumble Bee, we're pretty sure he's planning to deliver, and it's a big, custom order!  The last two days you decided you want "some Power Rangers instead."  We're not quite sure what Santa is going to do about that!  All I know is I can't wait to see your face on Christmas morning, and as you open all of your gifts.

Last week we were watching Survivor (which you say is your favorite show, you love watching the challenges, and you root for your favorite people) and one player said, "There's no need for name calling," during the course of a conversation.  You were sitting with me and you mumbled something about name calling not being nice.  Your Dad and I were immediately concerned.  We paused the show so we had your full attention and I asked you if someone had been calling you names.  You said yes, so I asked if it happened at school.  Again you said yes, and that you didn't like it at all.  I asked who was calling you names and you told me, "Reagan.  She calls me Pooh Bear."  We were obviously very relieved, and Daddy explained to you that Reagan thinks you're cute, and that Pooh Bear is a nickname, because she likes you, not name calling to be mean.  We called you Pooh Bear the rest of the evening, and you think it's funny now, as long as you aren't too tired when we say it!  A few days later we asked you what you call Reagan after she calls you Pooh Bear, you said, "Monkey."  I hope she takes it as a term of affection, I have called you a monkey since shortly after your first birthday, so I'm pretty sure you mean it sweetly!

Pooh Bear and Monkey

You love going to school, you ask every morning if it is a school day.  Francis has been in Kenya since the first weeks of school, so Nate has become your new best buddy.  You update us almost every week that Francis is still gone and you want him to come back, and when you are "jus pretenin" to be playing with your buddies, you pretend they are both there.  In the last few weeks you have realized that all your classmates are your buddies, you know all their names and tell us little stories about all the bodies.

Nate and Timmy

I adore you, little boy.  I will do anything for you and that will never change.  I hope your frequent, "Mommy! I need you!" will never change either.  I love you!