life with my three year old.

Man, try to describe a three year old... they are equal parts hilarious and aggravating, loving and mutinous, surprising and predictable. And so fun.
Lee is becoming so capable and understands so much more, one of the things I love very most is the "grown up" conversations we have sometimes now.

 Lee still takes in and remembers almost everything he hears.
He loves tools, cars, monster trucks and trains. And he really really loves fruit snacks.
He wants to do EVERYTHING his Papa does.
"I'm fixing things Momma" is a frequently used excuse for why it just can't be bedtime yet.  "I'm busy Momma"  and "I'm a growin' boy" are a couple favorite phrases.
He is at that stage of taking on commonly heard phrases, and it cracks me up and keeps me checking myself.

Lee loves to learn, and has gone from hysterics when it was time to go to Preschool to being pretty bummed he doesn't get to go everyday.
He has learned to overcome so many fears this last year.

Lee is so enthusiastic about things, fun activities, new information, a bug, a leaf, Papa coming home, a new lunch item or when sister smiles at him or holds his hand (he is a sucker for his sister)... he's often heard to say, "Momma I'm so 'cited!"

Lee is one particular boy.
He likes to use a napkin to eat  "dirty" things like crackers, and a fork for things like chicken nuggets and pizza. He doesn't like it if I try to let him run around in just a shirt and underwear before bath-time, "put my pants on Momma." He likes to have his pillows arranged just so and organizes his fruit snacks by color and eats the orange ones last.

Lee is so aware of feelings.
He will often sense when I'm stressed and frequently asks, "Momma, you frustrated?" Or on our way to preschool in the morning at a busy 4 way stop when people kind of just go when they please, he'll ask, "people not 'beying the law?"

This Lee boy will have a special place in my heart always as the first miracle baby I never thought I'd have and he continues to fill my life with happiness and contentment (most of the time, being a real child and all).
He has a sensitive little heart of gold and I will miss it when he doesn't ask to give me kisses anymore or quietly say a little unsolicited "I love you Momma" as he plays near me.
I sure love my "growin' boy".