Caleb

Caleb, One month from today we will be celebrating your 3rd birthday. I have a feeling that we will be pretty busy, so I am going to write a few things today so I don't forget!

I am in shock at how fast you have grown. You are no longer a baby or a toddler but a little boy. But, since we can't refer to you as "little" anymore, I guess you are my big boy! You always remind me that no matter how big you get you will always be my baby! I just LOVE that!

You say the funniest things. Last week Papa had surgery on his ear and you just studied and studied it. You then looked at him and said, "It's not beautiful." How diplomatic of you not to say gross or yucky! Also, you know stupid is a bad word (thanks Toy Story for introducing stupid and idiot), and last night when Daddy was getting you out of the bath you called him "stupa" a few times. When we asked you about this, you threw out your hand and with some pre-teen attitude said, "I didn't say stupid!" Boy are we in trouble!
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Here are some pictures of you and your friend Ella. I think we might need to implement the rule, "two feet on the floor at all times" soon!