Lawson is THREE years old

OH, Lawson. You are the best. With most birthdays I feel like "I can't believe you are fillintheblank years old." But this is different. I feel like you have been three for so long. You are so big and mature (hahaha that sounds ridiculous) for your "age". Having a big brother really has made you seem much more advanced than a two year old.

Lawson, at three years old you:

• LOVE basketball. Though, since football season has started you've sort of switched to loving it as much or more. Your favorite activity is to play football in the front yard. Daddy hikes the ball and you make us chase you to take it away. It's so much fun! 
• also love to run. You are adamant about wearing "running shoes" and multiple times a day you insist on "going for a run" up and down the driveway. Since the Olympics, you always start your run crouched on the ground like a sprinter. 
• are simultaneously so rough and tumble and sweet and sensitive. You truly have a tender heart (which is hard to remember when you're destroying everything in sight). 
• are shockingly smart. I say shockingly because with Crawford we actively taught him so much, and you have just picked things up. You know almost all of your letters (you sometimes confuse R/P, O/Q, L/I), know what sound a lot of letters make, can count to 20, can write L.
• consistently say that Margaret Anne is your favorite friend. And HayHay. 
• tell me you dream about frogs after every single nap time.
• have the funniest little voice. We aren't sure if it's just a normal speech impediment that you'll grow out of or something more, but man it's adorable. Your vocabulary is huge, but you pretty much always need a translator. I have a speech evaluation scheduled for a couple months from now. 
• think your name is spelled LawsoRn. Today you told me that when you turn 3 then you'll have an R in your name (since I've been telling you it doesn't actually have one).
• say "it's too fit" if something is either too big OR too small.
• are still my snuggler. You love to cuddle up, and you want me to lay with you in your bed every night. I almost never say no, and it's my favorite time of day.
• stopped calling Crawford "Bubba" about the time that you started calling Eve "Beeve". It sort of crushed me for that nickname to go away.
• still sleep with a paci (insert eye covering emoji here). You know it has to go away when you turn 3, so we'll see how this next week goes. I'm terrified. I'm just certain you'll stop napping... Tonight (on the eve of your birthday), you told me (as you have for months now because of our prompting) "when I'm 3 I won't have a binkie... I don't want to turn 3!"
• are so destructive. SO.DESTRUCTIVE. You just break things and mess up what other people (Crawford) are playing with non.stop. It makes us all crazy.
• hate to be disciplined. The threat of a spanking sends you into a tailspin (but doesn't prevent you from disobeying...). You quickly want to apologize every time you disobey (which is a zillion times an hour. literally feels constant).
• are 100% potty trained. You rocked it. You've had one accident in public (at the Mission Preschool), but other than that you've just done amazing. You even nap in undies.
• are very independent. So much more than Crawford. You can brush your teeth by yourself and do all bathroom things (other than wiping) and get dressed. It really is so fun to watch you figure out how to do things!
• are big. I'm anxious to see your stats at the dr, but all I know is that you are "big for your age."
• prefer to wear "running clothes", but have finally come around to wear what I pick out most of the time. I've given up caring too much about it so we're at a good place.
• are obsessed with Eve. You seriously love her so much. But you also do ridiculous things like stick your nose in her mouth.
• are a total class clown. If you can get people laughing, you just about won't stop. 
• potty talk is your favorite. Spoiler alert: it isn't mine.
• are a total klutz. You get hurt ALL. the. time. Seriously, if you have a day without blood it is unusual. You fall down constantly. You also had an ER visit recently for a concussion. You fell off a chair in the dining room and hit your head on the floor then started throwing up in the middle of the night. It was not fun.
• copy Crawford's every move. You wouldn't admit it, but he is your best best friend. You hate to be apart.
• say phome (phone), mineS, baybe (maybe), big pile (of milk or any drink), "I have too much hands" (when your hands are full)

Basically, you are such a total handful and a joy at the same time. We love you more than you'll ever know, our little Lawsy Loo!

31 pounds 2 ounces, 38.5 inches tall