Happy 3rd Birthday, Jeremiah!

Newborn...


One...


Two...(I was looking at these pictures and honestly thinking: Didn't we just take these? It really does feel like a few months ago, not last year.)


Three...


Every so often before J goes to bed and we're praying, I'll tell him that he's an answered prayer. Because he is. Shawn and I went from wanting zero babies to at least one healthy one. And we got him, and he is so wild and fun and crazy. I love everything about him, even his tantrums, because it means I have a healthy child. (Someone please remind me I said that next time I'm pulling my hair out!)

J is funny, and now he's figuring out how to be funny - saying he's "one" instead of three will surely get funny looks out of people, he's learned. He also talks a mile a minute some days, unless you're a stranger, then he hides his head. He still calls the color 'red' 'yen' - not sure if I ever really want him to stop that, to be honest. Also, tornado is 'tormado' which is adorable. He knows the alphabet up through V. He can count, sort of - his numbers go: 1, 2, 3, 5, 4, 1. (Ooops) He's grown up so much in the last month or so - big bed, no more binky or diapers - and wow did that happen fast. Not sure what's next? Writing? Reading? College?

Happy birthday, my sweet crazy J-bear! We love you!