Three years ago today, during a humid heatwave very like unto the one that has just passed, I gave birth to someone who would very quickly prove himself to be a spectacular kid.

One…

Two…

THREE!

Happy birthday, Liam! Here’s to a year of exciting discoveries, lots of fun, and love!

As of the doctor’s appointment yesterday: 97 cm tall (a breath away from one metre, yikes!), 33 lbs, and in the 65th percentile for everything. Wearing a diaper only at night in case, otherwise underwear (not that there aren’t accidents when he gets distracted, but hey), size 8 shoes, size 3 pants, and 3x tops. Loves chicken nuggets, sausages, pancakes, waffles, maple syrup, cinnamon toast, freshly baked bread, grapes, blackberries, ice cream, blue popsicles, peanut butter sandwiches, pizza, chicken hot dogs, cheeseburgers, homemade granola bars, Rice Krispie squares, cheese, popcorn, crackers and breadsticks, milk, apple juice, sneaks sips of iced tea when he thinks I’m not looking, “coffee” (AKA warm milk with a touch of sugar and the foam from a cappuccino on top), “tea” (AKA cambric tea without the hot water), and creamy yoghurt. Sleeps approximately ten to eleven hours at night, with a one and a half to two hour nap in the afternoon. Loves baths and pools. Jumps, somersaults, swings, rolls, stomps, claps, and is impressively good at rhythm. Is somewhat shy about singing, but loves to recite the alphabet, to count, and to paint letters. Still adores books. He frustrates the heck out of me sometimes when I’ve told him to do/to not do something a million times, but I love him so much I can’t express it.

Spectacular kid. And we have so much more to discover.