He says this phrase at least 10 times a day to me too.
It all started when he was potty training. He wasn’t tall enough to stand up to the toilet and pee. Then, just recently, he had a growth spurt. He doesn’t need a step stool anymore – he can pee standing on the floor just like his dad does.
I am oh-so-thankful he omits the peeing part of the story.
Not only is David tall like his dad, but he is just as kind, funny, imaginative and easy-going. He is the polar opposite of his big sister. When Lucy cries, he rushes over to her and tenderly strokes her cheek, “it’s ok, baby woo-see.” Hello puddle of goo that was once my heart.
He can turn pots and pans into trucks and trailers. His imagination knows no bounds! He sings all the time and when he says something funny he laughs from deep in his belly.
And he is going to be three years old a few days after Easter. Three? Wow.
(And I know how lucky I am that he is potty trained! I am flipping excited about it. Like crazy happy!)
My sweet baby bubs. He still has baby cheeks and his fingers are still slightly pudgy. He might be “tall like his dad” but he still fits on my lap and closes his eyes, his huge eyelashes tickling his cheeks. I soak up cuddles now – he is growing taller and taller ever day!