Morgan is now 3 Years and 2 months old. He is so much fun, and so smart!

This year we started him in Tee Ball, skills class, not actual competition. It amazes me how patient the coaches are with 24 3 ‘“ 5 year olds. Some days Morgan’s pretty focused, well as focused as a 3 year old waiting his turn to bat can be, and other days, like yesterday he is less focused. If you ask him before Tee Ball if he wants to go it’s 50/50, but if you ask him after if he had fun the answer is always yes. So, since he is learning independence, motor skills and team ethics, we will keep him going in Tee Ball and see how it goes.

One of his favorite things is playing with my iPhone. I have downloaded a ‘œzillion’ apps that he loves to play with, and I love for him to play with them because all of the ‘œgames’ are educational! So he is learning puzzles, spelling, shapes, dexterity and all kinds of wonderful things. One of the best parts about him playing games on my phone is that he comes in and snuggles with me and plays while I watch TV. He chooses it over his NickJr programming, and while that is ‘œpreschool for kids’ I love that he is with me and his brain is being challenged by the games.

This year we got Disney passes and that has become one of his favorite things to do. He loves Splash Mountain and Space Mountain. He says we go Up, Up, Up, Up, Up and Down, Down, Down, Down and all around the matterhorns. He thinks the matterhorns are the spiral curves in Space Mountain.

I started a playgroup for working parents of toddlers last year. I looked for a group to join, but all the playgroups seemed to be focused on stay at home moms, so I started my own. It’s been a fun year. My thinking was that although he has plenty of play time with kids his age at daycare/preschool, I didn’t get to be a part of that, and I think that knowing who he is involves seeing how he interacts with his peers. So I started the group last May, and I thought at worst Morgan and I, and sometimes Don would be out doing something fun together, and if other people joined us, so much the better. Well 1 year and 75 members later, my playgroup is going strong.

Generally Morgan and I are at the park or some other outdoor activity 2 ‘“ 3 times a week, and 1 ‘“ 2 weekends a month, with the play group, with Disney trips thrown in for good measure.

I love that when Morgan asks for something fun to do that his list is long and endless. It usually goes something like, ‘œMommy, I want to go to the play ground, I want to feed the ducks, I want to go to the bouncy house, I want to go to the Farmer’s Market, I want to go on the rides, I want to go to the air show tomorrow, I want to go to the bubble show, I want to go to the Magic Show, I want to go to the music show’¦.’™.

He has started making up stories to go with the pictures in his books. He still occasionally looks for the moon when I pick him up from preschool, he used to look for it ever day. We NEVER go over a bridge without him saying ‘œMommy, we’™re on a bridge’ and he loves tunnels, and helicopters, and airplanes. We often drive by Long Beach Airport to see the helicopters, and hopefully a plane landing, and the nearby tunnel is always a bonus, as is the Round Holiday Inn, which he calls a ‘˜circle tower’™.

He loves building towers, playing with his cars, doing puzzles, pretty much any and every toy appeals to him in one way or another.

Last week when we went to the grocery store he insisted on pushing the shopping cart on his own. He could barely reach the handle, but he was determined. When I would try to help him steer by pulling on the front of the cart, he would stop pushing, walk the 6 or 7 steps to the front of the cart, take my hand off the cart and tell me ‘œMommy, No, I want to do it.’ So picture me trying to furtively steer the cart to avoid knocking over a display and getting scolded each and every time by a 3 year old. It was the funniest grocery trip ever, I was literally laughing down every aisle. One day we went in for an onion and a bell pepper and it took us 30 minutes! But it was a fun 30 minutes.

Morgan is 41 inches tall and weighs 31 pounds. His eyes are still as blue as when he was born, thanks to his grandpas, who both have blue eyes, although neither Don nor I do. When the mood strikes him he will blurt out that he has ‘œYellow in my head’ and that mommy’s hair is BROWN. He knows his eyes are blue, but when I ask him what color my eyes are he says ‘˜white and black’™.

Potty training is well under way and we are pretty much potty trained for pee pee. Poop is another story, but yesterday, for the first time ever, he told both preschool and me that he wanted to poop on the potty, and he did try several times, but ultimately went in a pull up, but just telling us before he went is a big milestone for him. Yea!

Don says that every morning when he wakes up he asks where I am, and Don tells him I am at work, preschool says that when he wakes up from his nap he asks for me and when am I coming. And when I pick him up, if he hasn’t asked previously, as soon as we pull into the drive way at home, he asks where Daddy is. So Don and I can definitely see how important we are in his world, and we are glad to know that he knows how important he is on our worlds.

Another wonderful thing about this age is that he is starting to remember people he doesn’t see every day. When the sprinklers are on, he remembers that he watered the plants with Aunti Dia and he says ‘œMommy, I want to water the plants’ or he remembers that he went to the water park with Grandma Lynne. And he looks at a picture of himself weeks later and he knows that he was in time out.

To say we are blessed to be his parents is an understatement. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t tell him that I love him, and that I don’t realize how incredibly lucky we are to be his mom and dad.

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