*Your favorite color is orange. Then yellow and green.
*You give a special kiss to Mommy and sometimes to Mimi. You hold my face in your hands and kiss my forehead, then one cheek, then the other cheek. I love it.
*You chew on your blankie, "Cars." It's disgusting. You methodically fold and stuff it into your mouth until nearly one whole side is sandwiched in. Mommy washes your blankie frequently, but within a couple of hours, it smells and feels all wet again. The rest of us will not touch it with a ten-foot pole.
*You use the word "cheese" instead of "yellow." If we see a yellow car, you call it a "cheese car." A yellow house is a "cheese house." A yellow shirt is a "cheese shirt." I'm not sure the word "yellow" is even in your vocabulary at this point.
*You are my most emotional child right now. I'm sure that will change within a few years.
*You love cars. It was born in you. You loved them before you were old enough to be influenced by your car-loving daddy.
*You love to play outside. You "surf on the ocean" and wander around inspecting things and killing bugs. You push your "race car" (a miniature Chevy BelAir) up and down the alley making tons of racket.
*You think you're strong, and no one will convince you that you aren't. When your older sisters are sure they can't carry something, you step in and try because you have a lot of confidence in your strength. And I love that you don't give up, whining, "I can't...." You just keep trying and grunting and trying and grunting.
*You have become the antagonizer of your sisters. Your worst offenses are to throw toys at them and to pull or push them down. You don't do it anger. You just do it. For no reason except that you are a boy.
*You greet family members with a hug around the legs when they come home, even if they've only been gone for a few minutes.
*You have to show us your muscles anytime we dress or undress you. You have three different poses: arms up, arms down, and one-up-one-down.
*You call all your athletic shoes, "race car shoes," or "fast race cars," because you believe they make you go fast.
*You are going to play football and basketball someday, or so you say.
*You are a pack rat. You almost always have your blankie and a couple of Hot Wheels in your mitts, along with various other items, like a piece of string, a plastic bug, a play cell phone, a t-shirt, a hanger, a sword, etc. You sleep with whatever you've been hanging on to all day. At naptime and bedtime you run around gathering your treasures in your paws before climbing into bed.
*You love fruit and meat. Pasta and some vegetables are OK, too. You're a pretty good eater.
*You are my boyfriend right now. You are also Mimi's boyfriend, but you are my boyfriend first, you say.
*Your favorite songs are "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Ones Like Me."
*You are a little particular about things being right. It bothers you if things aren't in their correct place or your clothes aren't on just right. For example, you get upset if you have to wear your coat but we won't zip it up for you. In your mind, if a coat is worn, it should be zipped.
*You move around like crazy when you sleep. I'm still afraid to put you in a bed without sides because you move so much.
*You are smart. To my amazement, you memorized Psalm 1 right along with your big sisters just by listening to them repeat it.
*You are becoming more independent all the time, wanting to do everything for yourself. Before I know it, you'll be grown up. But today, you're just three.
Happy birthday, Ikey!

