Three Years Old

Oh, this Jambo. Yesterday he turned three and I can't believe it. I'm quite sure no parents have ever loved a child as much as we love him. They couldn't possibly. It takes my breath away every day. He is a singing, dancing chatterbox of enthusiasm, observation, and curiosity. Sure, being three years old necessarily makes you egocentric and willful, but other than that hitch, Jamie is living life the way it should be, taking joy and finding humor in practically everything. As much as his world has grown to include his friendships and his own world at school, The Swede and I continue to be the center of his life just as he is the center of ours. He doesn't fault us for our flaws and mistakes and there's nothing better to him than being, as he says, "together". Jamie understands essentially everything I say to him in English, but only uses the language for some colors and numbers and to say "I love you." Otherwise he speaks Swedish so well that sometimes I have to ask The Swede to translate for me. This is so unexpected since as recently as spring he was seeing a specialist to develop his vocabulary. It probably helps that now that he really can, he absolutely loves to talk. I guess we know where he got that from. He is a dirty, sticky, rough-and-tumble little boy who loves helicopters, motorcycles, and airplanes. He asks me to read the same three books every night before bed and still twirls my hair in his fingers as he falls asleep. He is a challenge and a joy and being his mom is the most fun I've ever had.