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Ronan turns three tomorrow. I can't believe it's been three years already!
He's under 30lbs, somewhere between 27 and 29, I think. Right around three feet tall. He's a munchkin with long blonde hair. He doesn't want to cut it and neither one of us can argue with that.
He talks, he laughs, he runs, he coasts on his runbike. He can reach the counters easily.
I still wear him in the Ergo frequently, though we take his bike more often than not. He gave up his nap over the last year and started sleeping through the night recently--all on his own. We still love our family bed. His bed is a cozy reading nook when it's not covered in clean laundry.
He is still breastfeeding and can articulate just why that is so awesome. ♥
His sense of humor grows by leaps and bounds daily. He is destructive. He builds subways when his train table is full. He throws fits over the tiniest infractions according to his young child's warped logic. He openly rejects most strangers, though will include some in his own way and in his own time. His voice is almost constantly making a fire truck siren--klaxons rule my day.
He loves the dog. He can name several songbirds. He steals baby kale from the garden and tends his mint with care.
He's full of love and wildfire.
He's under 30lbs, somewhere between 27 and 29, I think. Right around three feet tall. He's a munchkin with long blonde hair. He doesn't want to cut it and neither one of us can argue with that.
He talks, he laughs, he runs, he coasts on his runbike. He can reach the counters easily.
I still wear him in the Ergo frequently, though we take his bike more often than not. He gave up his nap over the last year and started sleeping through the night recently--all on his own. We still love our family bed. His bed is a cozy reading nook when it's not covered in clean laundry.
He is still breastfeeding and can articulate just why that is so awesome. ♥
His sense of humor grows by leaps and bounds daily. He is destructive. He builds subways when his train table is full. He throws fits over the tiniest infractions according to his young child's warped logic. He openly rejects most strangers, though will include some in his own way and in his own time. His voice is almost constantly making a fire truck siren--klaxons rule my day.
He loves the dog. He can name several songbirds. He steals baby kale from the garden and tends his mint with care.
He's full of love and wildfire.
