Dear Noah,

You are now 40-months-old.  I know that means nothing to you–because you’re 3 and that’s a cool age.  I think back to when you came home (not quite 3 years ago) and I am amazed at how you have flourished and grown.  You and your sister have made me so happy to be a mom–so much so that I am having baby feelings as I love parenting you two so much, I can’t imagine not having more kids.  You’d like a brother but you have made it clear that you don’t want a baby brother.  You want on you can play with–so Dad and I will stick with our original plan of getting you and Bo-Bo siblings when you’re a little older.

I just want to congratulate you on being completely potty-trained.  It is so awesome.  I love not having to change your diaper–maybe even more than you love not having ot have your diaper changed.  You are a pro at the potty and it’s like you have always just gone on the potty.  It frickin’ rocks.  You are saving us a ton of money on diapers–thank you for that.  Now, I might be able to get the iPhone 3Gs.  Just maybe.  We do have private school to pay for and even though I am gone a lot—none of my jobs pay me much money.  It’s funny now that you are potty trained fully–you often wake up with a slightly wet pull-up where as before you were potty-trained your pull-up was usually completely dry in the mornings–very bizzare.  But he we got time for night-time potty training later.  Your pricy private school doesn’t care if you pee in a diaper at night.

School…I can’t believe that you are just two shorts months away from starting school.  You are excited about the prospect of going to big-boy school and getting to hang out with other kids your age and making new friends.  It’s exciting but it hits your mom a little hard in the heart that you actually old enough to go to school.  It seems crazy to me, but I do often forget how young you really are–as you carry yourself well and your conversational skills are pretty great.  You talk a lot about your ideas–“Mom, I have a good idea…” or “I was thinking mom and I have an idea…” etc.  You are full of ideas and plans and it will take you far in life my little man. When I asked you what to get your daddy for his birthday you were pretty sure that he would want a race track and some cars or a badminton set.  When asked if those things were for daddy or Noah-you simply replied, “Noah–but I will share them with daddy and he can play with me.”  Ah, the ideas.

Now, there is something that we need to address–your new love/desire for sleeping in our bed.  I know you are at the age where your imagination runs wild. all. the. time.  But you will need to start sleeping in your bed.  Your dad and I have come to the conclusion/understanding that you don’t like sleeping in your room by yourself.  Your room is upstairs–far away from mommy and daddy, but you were sleeping in your bed fine.  I know we took your binky away months ago and that has been great but this whole refusal to sleep in your room in your own bed is getting a little old–although I do love it when you snuggle up against me.  I am torn.

You have discovered a love for badminton–thanks Uncles Jay and Curt–and have become quite the baseball player.  You have been in your first kayak on Lake Michigan–while you didn’t go far–you loved every minute of it.  The love you have for your sister is amazingly strong and you attempt to be patient with her as she attempts to play with you.  You are an amazing big brother.  You are an amazing son.  Your are amazing.

Love you tons,

Mommy