Our wild child, our keep-us-on-our-toes, our most favorite and least favorite rolled into one, our love on you one minute and hit you right in the face the next minute, our keeps us giggling, our never know what to expect boy. You bring all of us such joy, but can also test everyone limits. The whole family adores you, despite your and maybe even because of your unpredictability.
Three has felt a lot easier than two. You seem to have settled into a much easier state this year. You seem happier and easier to be around. You are safer. Less into stuff. More verbal. Less combative. Smilier. And maybe even cuter.
You refer to yourself exclusively in the third person. Always Benji does this, Benji wants that. Every time we tell you that you are cute, smart, funny, etc. You state back, "I'm not [insert adjective], I'm a Benji." As if being "a Benji" is superior to any form of praise you could give. It shows just how confident and sure of yourself you are.
You still love flying around on your bike in the house, which you always call your motorcycle. Motorcycle spotting is always a focus too, but you are too scared to ride one. You adore Power Rangers Dino Charge and every stray battery you locate around the house (including the ones in the remote controls) become your Dino Charges. You thrust them out dramatically in front of you and they become the source of all your power and martial art moves.
You sleep in a big boy bed (a trundle bed in the same room as your brother and sisters). You are potty trained, except and naptime and bedtime and much to your chagrin during those times you still have to wear a diaper. Which you hate because "diapers are for babies".
Dad is still your favorite, except when Emma is, or Janie is or even when your swim instructor is (you call her best-friend Tanya). On that note, you also started swimming this summer. You launch yourself into the pool screaming Cannonball, but always hit the water before the ball part.
We sure love you, our crazy, fun boy,
Mom
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