My baby boy is three years old! I am aware that I have another baby. But she's a girl and it is different. And I might one day have another baby boy, but today, Monster is my baby boy. And I am so not ready for him to be so big. He is getting taller and losing any trace of baby fat (not that he ever had much, but still). He speaks in complete sentences. He puts on his own shoes and socks (which I actually don't mind at all). But, he still wears diapers, for now. When we pick him up or when he runs to us upset, he still instinctively reaches for my bracelet. He still takes naps, and there are days when it is the hardest thing to resist crawling into his bed with him. His brown eyes can pretty much make me melt, which might explain why he is the least disciplined of our children. He loves cars and Cars, and all things sports. and his baby sister. He is love wrapped up in the cutest little boy package ever. I want to freeze him at this age, but I suppose I must continue to let him grow up. But not yet.