Today my gorgeous, outgoing, independant boy turns three.
Where did that time go?
He can count to 17.
He can recognise his name when it's written down.
He can put on his own boots and knows his left foot from his right.
He can put on and zip up his jacket.
He can jump with both feet together.
He can balance and walk along the brick garden edge at childcare.
He can name all the ingredients for a cake and help me to bake it.
He can climb the ladder to the big slide at the park all by himself.
He can sing songs from memory, and make up his own.
He can keep a beat and dance to music.
He can help set the table for dinner, and clear it too.
He can make us laugh until we cry.
He can use scissors and draw faces with all the bits in the right place.
He can do so many things that make me wonder, every day, about he he got to be so grown up and clever.
But most of all he teaches me something every day, and he can make my heart feel like its going to burst from pride and love.
Happy third birthday Pirate Jim!
(inspired by one of my favourite knit-blogger mamas, annypurls)