Big D #3

Dylan is THREE today!! Yippee!

His funny words as of late are:
"lazagna" - for "the sauna"
"Woah-gun" - for "Logan"
"opa-meal" - for "oatmeal"
"hanatizer" - for "hand sanitizer"

Just look at that handsome happy boy!
(@ Monticello)

The last day of preschool this past May.
He knows his full name, his birthday, the ABC's and can count to 13. (the teens screw him up...) ;) He has been potty trained since April (even at night) and hasn't regressed at all. He will attend preschool in Utah for 2 months and then will start up preschool in Hungary again in January... if his teacher can get her act together by then.

We are working on not making a mockery of prayers or to not to say "I'm sorry" in a grouchy, fast, or squeaky voice. (The little stinker.) He likes to say them in a goofy way or with some crazy inflection in his voice just to get a rise out of his sisters. It's hard not to laugh.

He still loves Thomas the Train, Cars (the movie), and also playing with cars and trains. He is into watching Hi-5 and Alvin & the Chipmunks.

We are thinking he might be left handed... I'm not positive, but we are watching him closely and I am trying not to fight his left handed tendencies. He for sure bats left handed... we'll see.

He is a super older brother. Sure, he had me a little worried since he would throw a fit and whimper if I held another baby. He was also pretty jealous of the attention I would give any other kid besides him, but with Logan, Dylan has been completely different. He actually WANTS me to hold Logan and suggests that I "do something" when Logan cries. Dylan gets way more uptight when Logan cries than I do. He can't stand to see Logan sad.

We went to the Weber County Fair and Dylan was pretty sad to find out that this pig was sold and was going to die and become food. (Thanks to Maleia and Haley for explaining this to him.) He was mourning with him before being given to his "mean man who bought him." (According to Dylan.)

This is a normal sleeping position for him. He kicks off all the covers and we have found him kneeling on the ground with his head on the bed, having both feet on the wall with his head on the bed, and various seemingly uncomfortable positions.

This was the last picture that I took that he had those big cheeks. sigh. I know he is a big boy now that his cheeks don't jiggle when he runs. So sad, but I love to see him grow up and try new things. He is so adventurous and rough and tumble. He is loving and caring and just plain old happy.

I love this big boy!

Here's to another year full of adventure!!