Month Thirty-Eight

Dear Emery, Parker and Isaac,

This month was full of fun activities... ward picnic, mountains, camping, eating out, fertility center reunion (more on that to come in another post), finally eating at a "big new" table with Mom and Dad, and converting from cribs with crib tents to TODDLER BEDS (believe me, MUCH more on that to follow...).    It has been a momentous month, for sure.  You LOVE preschool and can't wait when we walk through your classroom door to join in the fun.  You say "Hi" to the teachers and your friends, and after a quick kiss good-bye, it seems you forget that we exist.  


You have all started to ride the bike (with training wheels) which your twin cousins bequeathed to you.  It is the cause of much arguing.  As a result, Santa (or a very generous jack-o-lantern, if we can't wait that long...) should be bringing you each your OWN bike with training wheels.  That will be a most fabulous day:).


The three of you also developed a serious affinity for chopsticks (or "drumsticks" which you all call them, and then proceed to pound them on the table...).


Emery: You LOVE to eat in restaurants.  Any restaurant.  When I had you at home by myself over the weekend, that was your one request-- to go out to a restaurant every day.  We did so.  And it was so fun sitting across from you as you patiently colored while waiting for your food, and then ate it properly with your fork (now if I can only get you to do those things at home....).  You also love eating salad.  At least some of the time.  And when you are in a salad-eating mood, you will easily down an adult-sized portion.

One of your favorite things to do with your brothers (that is, when you aren't crying or running after them screaming because they took whatever toy you happened to have been playing with at the time...)  is to give them hugs.  Long, tight, squeezing hugs that frequently end with one or both of you flat-out on the floor.

You, my dear girl, love to be barefooted.  Even more than you like to wear your plastic princess shoes.  The first thing that happens when you walk in the house is that shoes and socks come off.  IMMEDIATELY.  In order to avoid a lengthy battle over getting your shoes and socks back on for a short trip in the car, I have allowed you to click-click-click your way out to the car in your beloved "princess shoes".  Which thrills you to no end:).


Parker: Most recently you have become attached to my D.ASH Diet book (low-sodium eating plan for hypertensives).  Last Monday, you even remembered it was a day for Show and Tell and when your father told you that the book had to stay at home, you quickly informed him you were taking it to show the class:).  Your teacher, having glanced at the title of the book, asked if it was a hint...

You are easily our most adventurous eater.  When we brought Chinese food home last weekend, you tried everything... including eating potstickers using your beloved "drumsticks".

You said you wanted to be a "Three!" for Halloween.  Needless to say, I was confused.  I thought you  meant a race car with the number 3?  NO!  You had on your favorite shirt (which, if possible, you would wear EVERY DAY) which is red, has a football on it and a large letter "3" emblazoned on the chest.   Pointing to it, you insisted you must be a three!  I looked for number costumes in your size... and was sorely disappointed.  And, still trying to dig myself out of the hole the car accident unceremoniously dumped me into, I was not in any state to be MAKING a "three" costume.  So instead, we compromised on a football player costume:).  I have serious doubts as to whether you will actually wear it when the time comes...


Isaac: We recently started splitting the three of you up to nap in separate rooms.  And the first day, I had your P.ea Pod Plus all ready for you.  And you resisted.  "NO TENT!" you said.  So I pulled the mattress out of the pea pod and placed it on the rug.  A huge smile crossed your face and you happily laid down with your pillow, pulled up your favorite blanket and set your books next to you.   There you stayed with a goofy grin on your face as I left the room.  Such a big boy!

You are, my son, a potty training pro.  I can't even remember the last time you had an accident.  Which (and you will understand the significance when you have your own triplets children...) has made me very, very happy:)

"No lights!!" is something we hear you say every night at bedtime.  You loathe having the lights on in your room.  Which happens to be particularly inconvenient as Emery always wants the lights on.   *sigh*  You have learned to compromise... not that you were particularly happy about it:)

No question now that you are most definitely three-year-olds.
With everything that entails.
Fascinating and funny things come out of your mouth?  Check.
Solidly opinionated yet still easily excitable ("Yay! We are going to the store!!!")?  Check.
Full tantrums, albeit fairly uncommon, are quite impressive?  Check.
Insistent that "I DO IT!!!"?  Check.
Yep, three years old for sure.


And in parting, just one more picture because you have been so amazingly cute this month...

Love,
Mom