My life since my last post has been… eventful to say the least. I’ve switched jobs and am learning a new role at a new company with new people which is hard. And BJ is now in the terrible threes. October through now has been a whirlwind to say the least and I’m still trying to catch my breath.
Have I thought about blogging, yes. Have I had the time to actually do it? No. So today I’m squeezing in a couple of minutes to check in with the bloggishphere.
BJ is still his usual funny, sweet, quick to laugh self but now… he’s also got an opinion. And he is not afraid to give it. So far the age of 3 is showing itself to be a test of wills. And while BJ may have gotten his looks from the Hubster he got his stubborness from is mama and he will dig his heels in like no 3 year old I’ve ever seen. Trying as it may be, I’m also in love with this developmental stage… he’s communicating and carrying his weight in conversations now. When I ask him about his day he actually tells me bits and pieces. There’s a feeling of comfort in knowing that your child is able to tell you if something is bothering him.
We’ve come such a long way from the days when I worried about every little thing with him. We’ve left a lot of his prematurity issues in the past. And I’m in love with our little life right now.