(Upon rereading this post I see that it’s mostly
just a crazy jumble of thoughts. I’m going to leave it as is,
but read at your own risk :) )

Have I posted about three before? If so, it’s a long year
so I’m going to go ahead and post again. I guess we could call
this “three and three quarters” to be a little more precise. Or
not. Whatever. Anyway, three is a funny age. He’s so smart and
so capable that it’s easy to forget he’s just a little kid.
Sometimes he seems so big and grown-up, then I seem him with a
bunch of other kids and he still looks like a baby. I think
sometimes my expectations of him are very high. He can fully
dress himself, including outdoor clothes (needs help with the
mittens, but that’s understandable!). He’s fully potty-trained
and can do the whole thing on his own with little to no help
from us. He can read and he’s starting to make recognizable
pictures (he drew an awesome fish the other day!). He can write
some letters too, but seems very resistant to the whole concept
of writing. He must get that from daddy, ’cause I can write all
day! :) He also has an amazing memory and can recite books and
his new Thomas the Train DVD for hours. HOURS, I tell ya!! Book
recitals are calm and mellow, but Thomas recitals involve
complicated walking around patterns, usually involving climbing
over things and circling around me. They also involve lots and
LOTS of repetition, in both motion and words. He does a great
job of getting the inflection and storytelling emphasis right.
I sometimes find myself yelling at him to sit still and stop
talking because he isn’t really saying anything, just “telling
me” the Thomas story. It usually starts with “Mom! In my new
Thomas the Train DVD…” and goes from there. Whew! I get
exhausted just thinking about it. Despite (or because of? who
knows) his ability to remember everything under the sun, his
imagination is really coming through lately too. The other day
he made a “really terrible accident” in the living room that
involved all of his cars and trucks, lots of toys, doggies,
blankets, etc. Then he built the firetruck floor puzzle and
“drove” the firetruck over to help at the accident. Slowly the
cars and other items untangled and came over to admire the
firetruck. It was a long involved game that kept him busy and
relatively quiet for awhile, with the occaisional requests for
“mom! come see this really terrible accident!” I like the
mostly quiet kind of games :) For some reason he seems to be
regressing slightly in some areas. Not sure why. He claims he
can no longer put on his own winter jacket, he consistently
puts his boots on the wrong feet (after knowing right from left
for a long time now!) and he started using the little potty
again and not emptying it, after using the toilet for quite
awhile. I think the potty thing might be because Eve is using
the potty a lot (although she always wants to use the toilet
like Lex), but I can’t figure out the dressing thing. He also
gets super frustrated by things like inside-out sleeves on his
PJs. It occurred to me the other day that he (and probably most
3yr olds) could accomplish so much more if they were able to
focus. When I get Lex to sit still for a split second and look
at his PJs he is able to straighten them out easily, but he
just gets flustered and moves so quickly that he can’t handle
it. Must be an odd feeling being three. It seems like he has so
much energy he can barely slow himself down, but then,
suddenly, it’s gone and he drops. Crazy. Lucky for me he has
been super, super sweet at bedtime and quiet time. I am sooooo
happy that we don’t have to fight the bedtime battle anymore
(well, with Lex anyway. Eve is becoming more difficult in that
area :/ ) It’s like he’s finally starting to appreciate that
his body needs rest. Ahh… ok, I’m done now. In summary: Lex
is an amazing kid. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect son!

The
accident

The wild
man who caused the accident

The
rescue scene