Thursday, May 18, 2017


Oscar, you are 3. I wish I could hold you and snuggle you forever. I think it's safe to say that I'm your favorite person, although you have told me occasionally that you'd rather live with Grandma and Grandpa. 
Sometimes, when you meet new people you them that your "Oscar the Brouch and that you live in a garbage can."
I think the thing that drives me the most crazy is that every time we get after you for doing something naughty, you cry and say "Can you be nice now?" Even though it was you that was naughty, you want me to be nice. (insert eye roll)
Your favorite songs to sing are "Roar," "Dry Bones," "Tell Me the Story of Jesus" and "Take Me Home, Country Roads."
You are continually silly. You talk with your hands and act goofy 80% of the time. 
I think the thing you say the most often is, "This is boring!"
Sometimes you get really mad and you scowl and stomp your foot. 
Aternum = Aquarium
Baputer = Computer
When I put you to bed you don't want me to leave so you hold on to my arm and say, "Mom, ask me fuestions!"
I love it when you ask me to hold your hand when we cross the street. 
Maybe you'll go to preschool now that you're three. I know you're excited but I'm just not ready to let you go yet. You do claim that you go to Superman Tool. (school)
Your favorite toys are Legos, Magnatiles and anything with wheels. We have thoroughly enjoyed the first 3 years of your life and I'm looking forward to the year ahead. 
When I ask you for a kiss you turn my head and kiss me on the cheek to avoid all lip kisses. Sometimes you get mad when I kiss you and you say, "Mom! No juicy tisses!!"
Happy Birthday, Oscar. Mommy and Daddy love you more than all of the cupcakes in the world. 

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