new year

Darius, my firstborn and the best little boy on Earth (when he's being good, anyway) is now 3 years old.

To commemorate this, yesterday I took him to his 3 year checkup.  He is 39 inches tall, weighs 41 pounds, and apparently this is really humungous for a kid his age.  His doctor expressed some mild concern about his BMI, but I'm not worried.  This kid has the body structure of a NFL player.  As for the rest of his development, he is moving along swimmingly.  Except for potty training.  Potty training is the bane of my existence.

Darius is so big! And getting so grown-up!  He is learning colors, he loves counting, he has a deep a slightly overwhelming love for Thomas the Tank Engine and Buzz Lightyear.  He has an imaginary dinosaur that he blames his own naughtiness on, and that apparently has spectacular adventures in the backyard. Darius likes to dig holes in the backyard, too.  Yeah, he tends to push when he gets around other kids, and he and his cousin fight over toy cars all the time, but overall he's a good kid.

It's weird to think that in only 3 months, his sister will be 2.  They aren't really babies anymore (potty training notwithstanding).  Even so, they're always up for a good snuggle.