Three years ago at this exact moment, 7:36am, we welcomed Jackson Wyatt into our lives. From the moment he made me a mama he’s had me wrapped around his finger, stolen my heart completely and kept me on my toes.
I feel like it was just yesterday that we were decorating the house with everything planes, trains and automobiles to celebrate Jackson turning 2. And somehow I blinked and suddenly my “baby” boy isn’t such a baby anymore. He’s this walking, talking, opinionated little man who is every bit of THREE.
“Where’d these last three years go?” I find myself constantly wondering. I watch him run down the street with abandon, figuring out toys, tools and everything he encounters with amazing ease and words spilling out of his mouth by the dozens. Sometimes the things he says and does are hilarious (like today when I ran into the house for literally 15 seconds to pee and came outside to find him standing with the garden hose totally drenching his baby brother) and although many days are exhausting and we have our fair share of independence stating with strong-willed tantrums and yelling “stop it, MOM!” he’s my favorite little bud.
I have no idea how he ever grows because for all the hours he spends from the moment he awakes at the exhausting hour of 4:–am to the moment we close his bedroom door after goodnight books, kisses & hugs and always at least one run through of “the moon song”, he barely sits still long enough to eat. Lunch is always his best meal since it’s usually on the go, after a long and tiring morning. Lately we’ve been enjoying lots of snacks, fruit and PB&Js. He loves chocolate milk & juice though we give them sparingly. His favorite food used to be Papa John’s pizza (or Panera mac n’ cheese or Wendy’s chicken nuggets–and only from those specific places) but his pickiness has seemed to expand even more lately so that the only thing he ever asks for and will eat without coercion (other than lunch time) is eggs and toast. And usually 90% of that gets left on the plate too.
He’s an active boy. Always on the move. He loves to explore, to use his tools to build and fix things, to run around at the park or splash pads with his friends. He loves to meet new people and easily strikes up conversations with other kids on the playground. He’s especially gentle with the younger kids, always offering a helping hand and will just run around after the bigger ones, inserting himself into a game of chase. We go to the zoo weekly most weeks and he really enjoys seeing all the animals. He and baby brother especially like to growl at the lions and tigers.
He’s quick to give hugs and kisses, and to tell you “I love you TOO” or “I missed you, mommy”. And it never fails to melt my heart. He’s especially generous with his love giving to Andrew (and to the baby belly). He’s always asking to see the baby and genuinely is excited about it all, especially doctor’s appointments where he sees baby move on the television. At our last one he hugged Andrew and said “Look Andrew! It’s the baby!”
He’s extremely friendly and outgoing and usually really easy going about sharing with other kids. He often tells me on our way to a play date or the park that he wants to share a certain item. Though that sharing is usually in short supply when it comes to Andrew. Don’t let that fool you though, they’re each other’s best friends. And honestly, it’s one of the things I’m most proud of. We wanted our kids close in age and we were very lucky to be able to have them almost 20 months apart. While it was more difficult in the beginning especially and sometimes now with them both being so young, it was absolutely the greatest thing for us. They’re so close to one another and are constantly going to one another for a hug or kiss or telling each other that they love one another. They play really well together a lot of the time and generally just make life so much more fun. Watching them interact and grow together is one of my greatest blessings. I hope their bond just continues to grow with time and expands to allow room for babe #3 in January.
Jack’s at the age where he repeats everything. Sometimes it’s amazing and pride inducing like when he learned to use all his manners from mimicking us. Other times, it’s a bit embarrassing. Like how his newest favorite phrase is “damn it!” Used in correct context of course. Oops. My mom likes to remind me though that next month when he starts school I can just blame it on that 😉
Which brings us to…school. How is he old enough to start preschool already?! We registered him for a 3’s program at a nearby preschool that will be 3 days a week for half days. Thinking about it, and talking to him about it brings out all the ugly tears. Especially when he asks me questions like yesterday morning “mama, are you going to school with me?” No sweet babe, I’m not. “Will you pick me up from school?” OF COURSE! And then he makes me laugh by asking if Andrew will be going to school too. When I tell him no, not yet he connects the dots “Oh, cause Andrew no go pee pee in the potty.” At Jack’s preschool he has to be fully potty-trained or they call the parent to come and change him. We were really nervous about it at first because he’ll have just turned 3 when he starts school which is fairly early for a boy to be potty-trained. But somehow we did it and that awesome kid of ours is full potty-trained (during the day).
I honestly have no idea where the time has gone and how he went from this tiny 7lb 6.2oz baby boy to a 36lb+ little man. He’s the one who made me a mommy, who fills my day with excitement, joy and fun and reminds me daily to appreciate the little things. Living life through his eyes is such a blessing and I feel so incredibly lucky to be his mama.
Jackson Wyatt, you are the world to us. We couldn’t be more proud of the little man you’re growing into and hope you have the most magical day celebrating YOU. You are loved beyond measure.
HAPPY 3rd BIRTHDAY!!!!