It's a time when they show greater interest...in exploring the edges of their worlds...boys make fewer trips back to the reassurance of their mothers...as Explorers, boys live in their imaginations as much or more than they do in 'reality'...their moods swing on a dime, and nothing compares to the joy that overcomes them when they make a new discovery.
If you were in a dictionary at this point in your life, this would be the definition found next to your name. This time last year you were so fearful to leave my side, and now you are moving to the edges sans me. You explore your world, and get very dirty in the process. You live amongst the dirt and the grass and the rocks and the bugs. I've told people that if I were to allow you to live outside, you would be perfectly content (as long as I provided some strong squirrel repellent). The other day, your grandma Parker was watching you climb on anything that was a foot off the ground and commented, "he's all boy."
Someone once told me that threes are harder than twos, and I remember thinking, "Dear God, I need to take up drinking if that's the case." And honestly, you still have your occasional melt down, which tend to coincide with needing something to eat. You are your mother and father's child. But, you also seem to understand better why we've sent you to your room for said melt down. For example, a month or so ago I had the audacity to ask you to leave your friends during a swim date before any of them had to leave. I MADE YOU LEAVE THE POOL!! You would have thought I told you Thomas the Train died and the police have no leads. It was a tantrum fit for the gods. You were hitting, you were screaming like a banshee, you were calling down a plague on my house, you switched to some foreign language, there was frothing, and wailing and gnashing of teeth. Should I go on? So in between screams, I explained that as soon as we got home, you would need to go to your room, as your behavior was inappropriate (we use multi-syllabic words in this house, young man). You calmed down about 5 minutes into the ride home and said in between hiccuped breaths, "I'm sorry, mommy. I go to my room for timeout?" After I picked up my heart that melted all over my steering column, I told you that you still needed to go to your room, but I appreciated your remorse and loved you. "I love you too, mommy. I'm sorry I hit and screamed." There are still melted pieces of my heart stuck to my driver's seat. It's a beast to get out of leather.
I love everything about you, my wild thing. You are a blessing beyond belief, and I will work my whole life to prove that to you. Love you forever, my sweet Elijah!
Other odds-and-ends about Eli at 3 1/2:
- You are pretty much a vegetarian, aside from a love of processed chicken.
- You DON'T LIKE PIZZA, which has had an adverse affect on my pizza intake.
- You had three cavities crowned due to your love of lemons (apparently more dangerous to the enamel of your teeth than a can of coke).
- You weigh 36 pounds.
- You're scared of squirrels still and will tell them to "go see your mom!!!"
- You've now traveled to Boston, Chicago, and San Francisco (the latter two by train).
- Your favorite shows include Curious George, Thomas, Phineas and Ferb, Jake and the Neverland Pirates, Bob the Builder, Chuggington.
- You love TV way too much (an addiction we're trying to eradicate...but let's be honest...I love TV way too much).
- You're basically potty trained. We're still working on a couple things, but in your own time, bud, in your own time.
- You are IN LOVE with your grandparents.
- You are IN LOVE with your cousins.
- Friends who you love to visit with include Benny, Bryleigh, Averi, Nolan, Jack, the other Benny, Abby, and Mia.
- You love meeting new people and strike up a conversation with anyone who is willing to listen.
- You and I have started discussing stranger danger.
- You laugh when you fart, which is pretty much awesome.
- You love playing basketball.
- You love fixing things with your tools.