Happy 3rd Birthday, Big Boy!

At Hayden's 3 year well child check, we received a "milestone" packet. The headline of the packet was "Goodbye babyhood, hello childhood." Truth. Hayden is such a big boy now, I'm having a hard time dealing with it. Of course, every "he's not a baby anymore" difference is highlighted when compared to little sis, but I find myself looking at his hands and thinking, "those aren't baby hands anymore!" Pathetic, right?

Recently, Hayden's been suffering from every sickness you can imagine. This kid goes an entire year without a trip to the doctor, and since Harper's been born he's been 3 times. Ridiculous. He started losing his voice the weekend after she was born (URI). Then when that got better, he got pink eye. Also ridiculous. I had pink eye for an entire month two summers ago, and he never got it. Now there's no one with pink eye in a five mile radius of this kid, and he gets it? So random. Next up, another URI, which required antibiotics. Boo. We finished antibiotics on Monday. On Monday afternoon (not an exaggeration) he develops a new virus. This is accompanied by night terrors. If your child has never had night terrors, you are lucky. They are the most horrifying thing I have ever watched. Hayden sits up in bed, seemingly awake, screaming "no, no! Please don't! Please stop!" He cannot be consoled. Holding him or hugging him makes it worse. This happened periodically for 3 hours. Luckily we had our well child check the following day. Diagnosis? Random virus. However, he's wheezing so we left with a steroid and breathing treatments.

Let me tell you about breathing treatments. Number 1, he hates them. Number 2, he essentially inhales speed, oh I'm sorry, albuterol. This medicine helps open up your airway, but it also makes Hayden run around like a mad man. You can tell he's exhausted, but he can't. stop. talking. Last night he told me no less than 50 times that Elmo cupcakes go "round and round the potty." I have no idea what that even means, but he kept saying it, with a look on his face like he wanted to stop talking but couldn't. And we're supposed to do these treatments every 3-4 hours until his wheezing stops. No way I'm doing those before bed again. Good God.

Enough about the downside of 3...what about the upside?

Hayden is really into sports. He asked for a soccer ball and a "net" for his birthday. He also wants a bike. Since we're potty training, his potty prize (when we throw away all the pull ups is a Lightening McQueen bike). To tide him over we got him a bike helmet...

That way, Daddy!

Hayden still loves to read and loves to play cars. He is learning Spanish at school. He knows most of his colors in Spanish, "blue, azul!" He counts consistently to 14, but gets derailed after that. He's not quite to counting objects. He has a ridiculous memory. He remembers everything. His favorite color is red. Everything must be red. He sits in his red chair at his table, insists on wearing red shirts, wants red hats...you get the idea. Woe be to you if you give him something that is not red: "Green is not my favorite color!"

He still loves Cars. He is good at sharing and likes to "take turns." He will only eat chicken if it's in the form of a nugget.

Saturday is his birthday party at Pump it Up. Should be entertaining. Of course he insisted on a red, Lightening McQueen cake.

And for your Harper fix:

Boppys make excellent pillows.