You are almost 3.5 years old... you asked me tonight when you will turn 4 and for some reason that sounded old to me. I can't believe you are quickly approaching the end of your toddler years! It is a sheer delight and gift to be your mother.
You LOVE firetrucks... watching them, pretending to ride them...
You LOVe pretending you are a firefighter. The other night at dinner you were talking about being "Firefighter Jonah" and I told Daddy, "Jonah sure does love to pretend he is a firefighter" and you said "Not pretend... am!" (my bad...)
You love to rescue things... and you spend hours playing firefighter each and every day. God laid on my heart that He gave you the heart of a hero and so I try to tell you that at least once a day.
Jonah, God gave you the heart of a hero. It will be so fun to watch you grow into the purposes He has had planned for You since the beginning of time.
For your third birthday we threw you a firefighter bday party. You had a small friend gathering at the ark and then a small family party complete with fire cupcakes. You delighted in everyone singing you "Happy Birthday" -- what a special party for such a special boy.
Because of your great passion, your daddy ordered you a Firetruck bed! You LOVE it. There is a steering wheel and daddy added a hose... you love spending time in your room. You even ask up to go up to your room to play in your bed. How fun! You don't know it yet, but your daddy has also ordered you a real flashing siren that should be here soon. You will love it!
I don't know when your passion for firefighting started... I remember last year you burned your hand on the fireplace because you were trying to get a good look at the pilot flame. You also have been shocked by an outlet, stung by a jellyfish, and burned by a sparkler... so one would think you would avoid anything resembling a fire truck, but nope... it has only made you that much more passionate.
A few days ago we took you to the fire station. The nice firemen gave you a tour and taught you a little but about fire safety. Tonight, when I was tucking you in, you asked if we could go back there because you wanted to ride in the firetruck again.
Jonah, you are funny. Naturally funny. You don't even try to be comical and yet you send us all into hysterics. You make funny face, you tell funny jokes, and you have really funny dance moves. The other night you introduced us to "Conkey" -- you named one of our toys Conkey and then proceeded to talk about him all the time. I will ask you a question and you will answer "Conkey" -- he has become your imaginary friend. I still don't know where you came up with that word, but you are passionate about him.
You are also so smart. Daddy and I are still talking and praying about what to do with you and school... we aren't sure if we are going to hold you back or not, but regardless of the fact we don't think you would enjoy a school setting right now you are super smart. You are freakishly good at the game "Memory" and you do remember random things (names of characters, reasons you were in trouble a few weeks ago, etc.). Just today when we picked you up from your Sunday School class, the teacher saw your worksheet and couldn't believe it was yours because your handwriting was so good! I'm so proud of you, bubby.
You are beginning to really enjoy being a boy. You love to play ball and rough house... it is fun, after years of playing with havana's toys, to see you naturally thrive in your boyish nature. I will even ask you for a kiss and you will say, "Um, no thank you." Or "yuck." (which I don't approve of, by the way, you are way to young to be calling my kisses "yuck") .
Your communication skills are awesome. You are learning responsibility by always cleaning up your own plate and cup after meals. You are learning how to put on your own clothes and you have mastered the art of peeing and pooping in in the potty (for a while you could only pee...). There isn't a day that goes by where i am not completely amazed by you. I am so very blessed to be your mommy.
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| As Jonah approached this dinosaur he said, "Is he going to eat me?" My safety-first boy! |
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