My Noah Ben

Three and a half.

Why wouldn't we wear a black and red polka dotted tie with a blue, red, green, and yellow striped t-shirt?

No reason my little one. No reason at all. You just go ahead and exert your creative uniqueness. I will not stand in your way.

You want to wear it every single day? 

Go for it.

So full of personality. 

Learning who you are.

A sensitive spirit to the core.

So much of mommy packaged up in this one.

The tears come quickly and easily.

Hurt feelings and not wanting to be left out.

Wanting so badly to please.

Refusing to put your clothes or shoes on until you know they are just right.

Yes dear one - tag goes in the back. 

Left foot left shoe. Right foot right shoe.

And no, it doesn't matter with socks.

For real - you can relax a little bit here. Cool little fact: It truly doesn't matter which sock goes on which foot.


Such soft spoken articulate speech.

My boy who began having conversations with me some where between 12 and 18 months of age...

I love our conversations!

Fully potty trained and oh-so-proud of it. (I'm proud too. So proud of you!)

Could have picked anything for your "staying dry all of the time"  prize .

You picked underwear. 

Yes, nice, new, colorful, Thomas the Tank Engine underwear.

Not a toy. Not a new book. Or ice cream.

Underwear.

Very fitting for sure.

And that is how your {3 1/2 year old} mind works.

Perfect.

Oh those eyes!!

They are expressive beyond measure. 

Blue like the ocean, changing with your moods like the tides.

You have a pout that could not be more obvious.

And a smile + giggle that could not be more endearing.

I have yet to see a highly stubborn streak in you.

But those tears - oh my the tears...

You sit with K and give him a buddy.

You make baby smile.

You shadow Jay in every way that you possibly can and bask in his approval.

Praying to Jesus in a simple faith.

A faith that doesn't have to have all of the answers, but knows that Jesus will fix it.

I love your prayers!

Always the one to run back down stairs at bed time to tell me you love me.

-One more time.

Always sensing.

Knowing when mommy is tired, hurting, needing those extra hugs.

That's you.

Initiating loving words and actions exceedingly more than any one else I have ever seen at {3 1/2}.

Because it is your niche. It is your gift.

You are my gift. 

Loving you so at {3 1/2}.