Sweet child of my-ee-eye-n (mine)

Before I get sidetracked in discussing just how awesome my kid is...

Jett is 3, as of last month. Weighs 30 lbs with clothes on. Is scrawny compared to most kids. He's a jokester and, like most 3-year-olds (I imagine), loves to be silly more than anything (a playful provoker - "No mommy, you're a party pooper! hahahahhahah" - that sort of thing. Most valuable 3-year-old skill thus far? Being able to complete the entire bathroom routine on his own, which he accomplished a couple of months ago. He's also still readily incentivized to feed Cash (the dog) or start the dishwasher or pick up toys with a single frozen M&M or Skittle ("skeeetle!"). We've been throwing change into the mix too, although candy is, offering instant gratification, far preferred over adding coins to his piggy bank and the potential of someday buying a new toy. 

He's into trains, motorcycles, Legos and the color pink (we can only buy Dora or Minnie bedtime Pull-Ups because he digs the color). He LOVES books and would have me read him 10 books before nap or bedtime if I would accommodate. Like any boy, he also loves his p-dog...His favorite people are Daddy/Mommy (tied for first, depends on the day) and Cash. When prompted last month about who should come to his birthday party, he singled us and the dog out as the only ones that would be allowed to sing him Happy Birthday ("no one else"). Nice to get some preferential treatment after 3-years of getting crapped on...lol. His friends are Samantha (Sara's 2.5-year-old daughter), Jackson & Addison (Kristen's 3- and 6-year-old), Audrey (Kate's 2.5-year-old) and baby Brody & Ryley (begrudgingly) (Nanny Jourdan's 4-month-old and 2.5-year-old). He also likes to play with the kids next door although they're older (5+) and speak mostly Spanish, but maybe he'll learn some Spanish to augment what he's getting from Dora the Explorer...

He just finished swim lessons with pal Jackson and he's no Olympic-track swimmer...I'm stoked that he can push off the steps with a pool noodle to float on and not have to have me hold him while in the water. Good enough for me! He's signed up for "Little Ninjas" (Tae Kwon Do) next Monday and we're on a wait list for Soccer with pal Jackson and I'm hoping he can get into both because this kid has some surplus energy to burn. He just started school this week at the local Montessori and although the parent handbook came off so, so pretentious, I'm hopeful that Jett will be far more challenged and actually learn some stuff since he seems like a smart kid with a desire to soak up some knowledge. Two days in...so far so good :)

Jett speaks in a fake language frequently, at least for this very brief period in time, and thinks it's a riot when I respond to him in kind. He just really started getting into Pixar movies, and will watch Wall-E and Finding Nemo in bed with us before going to his own room for nighttime routine. He eats the EXACT same thing every morning, without variation (unless it's an addition): lala (Trader Joe's nutri-grain bar), organic yogurt cup, two gummy bear vitamins. Sometimes fruit and orange juice is added. But you're in a world of hurt if he doesn't get his standard breakfast fare. Speaking of, you're in a world of hurt if anything changes at all that he wasn't involved in - we got our front porch re-done back in May or June, and he HATED it. Because it was new. We just added a curtain hook to his room. And he tried to rip it down and wailed for 5 minutes while I restrained him and talked him down...Kid doesn't like snuck-up-on-him change. 

Jett plays by himself. I can stand in the kitchen doing dishes or cleaning or whatnot for 45 minutes and Jett will occupy himself downstairs in the basement, sometimes alternating between floors, with an infrequent holler for me or Daddy to assist in fixing something. Jett is really articulate when speaking (at least compared to his younger peers), but he still uses the wrong tense of verbs ("I sawed a squirrel outside"), and I'm going to miss it when it's gone! (I do correct him and Daddy both when they use "good" instead of "well" - it's never too early - and Jett just last night told me that he didn't feel well [and not that he didn't feel good] and I was overwhelmed with pride [and concern of course for his discomfort]). Cash the dog is less wary of Jett as Jett shows him that he can be trusted (little by little) and will actually allow Jett to pet him, and he's really quite gentle with him. 

As of yesterday, Jett wants to be a fireman for Halloween. Jett's favorite books are probably the Elephant & Piggie series because they're silly. He doesn't have a favorite TV show because he plays Russian Roulette daily with the kids Netflix app, watching everything from Barney to 1980s Spiderman to Yo Gabba Gabba. He loves loves loves dried mangos, juicing veggies with Mommy, and ice cream. 

Computer is about to die so I'll keep the rest simple: Jett is the awesomest and we love him dearly. I wish I could always have a 3-year-old.