Logan will be three in two weeks. Only two weeks! It is hard to believe how much he has grown and how incredibly fast these last three years have gone. From my tiny 21 inch baby to a 36 inch 3 year old that runs, walks, talks, and makes up incredible stories and songs all day long.
That imagination, although fabulous, also translates into nightmares resulting in nighttime wake-ups that make me feel as though I have a newborn again. Must my three year old get up every hour on the hour or at the least a few times per night? Must he race into my room and tackle me as I drag myself towards consciousness? And, yet, I wouldn't really change that part of it (the middle of the night tackle) as his source of comfort. It does make for an awfully painful morning run though...
I hope that when Logan turns four the title of this blog will be irrelevant. A funny nod to times past. Something tells me I might not be that lucky. :)
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