This tiny little baby has grown into the brightest, funniest little firecracker. And he will be THREE tomorrow.
I’m so proud of him not just because he’s smart. (I mean, he is, but had some pretty good genes on his side in that department. His parents are both college professors, so he kind of can’t help it, poor kid.) But the way that he takes care of his baby brother, you guys.
This dinosaur-obsessed, rough-as-they-come little 3-year-old turns into the gentlest little person in the world when it comes to his baby brother. And while I like to think I’ve set a good example for him, you cannot teach that kind of love.
Parents of babies, take heart. I’m not saying it gets easier (oh Lord, this child is still a handful). But it’s as wonderful as it is hard, and he is most definitely earning his keep with the joy he brings us every day.
He’s also not even charging me for the dinosaur facts tutoring sessions, which I very much appreciate.
Happy birthday, Judah. You’re my favorite 3-year-old in the universe.