twenty

Dylan,

You're three years old now. It's a milestone we've built up as a sort of coming-of-age, officially marking you as a Big Boy and bringing with it the little benefits thereof, like being allowed to eat honey, and some big things too, like graduating out of Pull-Ups (which you did as soon as your party was finished on Saturday, at least for waking hours).

You went through plenty of clothes the next couple days, including three pairs of pants by 10am yesterday. By today, however, you made it morning 'til night without an "accident" and the stickers on your "potty chart" reflect twenty successful trips to the facilities in less than 72 hours. I think you're getting the hang of this pretty quickly.

I'm proud of you.


Dad