Our babiest babe is three.
How in the world does time work?
You bring so much light into our family.
We all laugh and smile as your eyes light up with joy and amazement at all the things we are already taking for granted - even your siblings get to see the world anew, and for that my baby - I am infinitely grateful that you can give that to them.
You are fully in the Question words stage "Who? What? Where? When? Why, why, why?" It is endless questions from you and an "I don't know, buddy" will not suffice as an answer; you'll just come up with a new similar one. We are so happy you are getting all your thoughts in after so long of not hearing what you had to say. You completed 10 months of speech therapy with Ms. Kristin and you have come such a long way. You still drop a lot of your ending sounds and can't say some other sounds (most blends, and /s/, /v/, /g/, /z/) but you are getting your point across and now will not.shut.up. (no complaints, but sheesh dude) You have a distinct "RustyLanguage" that we are all becoming incredibly fluent in.
You are persistent and know what you want; it can be exhausting for this momma of yours. That baby of the family in you has already taught you that if you keep on asking on down the line, someone is going to give in - sometimes just to get you to please for the love all that is holy, man, stop repeating yourself!?
You are also very sensitive and can tell right away when someone is upset or sad. If we are play fighting and you fake stab me (ha #boymom) and I pretend to cry, you give me a hug right away to revive me back to full health (just to stab me again, but still). You are sensitive too when you think someone is upset with you. You don't do your 'fainting goat' move as much now but you often cross your arms in front of you, stick out your bottom lip, and hang your head.
You have the sweetest little laugh when something surprises you - it makes everyone near you laugh too. I hope with all hopes that you never lose that.
You are such a stinkin' trooper man. You get carted to all the places for every other person in our families activities and events. You make friends and find stuff to do and cheer on the teams and are your brother and sisters' teams' honorary little dude. It's hilarious and endearing to watch how all your siblings friends see you and shout, "Rustman!" I love you so much and am so grateful Rustman that you just come with us and deal - even if it's just for the concession stand food and Silverbell Ice Cream - seriously, Rust, I love you for that.
You have your siblings totally figured out and know exactly who you want in any situation. Grey is the coolest dude you ever met and you try to copy everything he does. You love that you get to wear Grey's hand-me-down clothes ("Dis Grey's but now mine") and you take his advice on how to hold a bat or play a game better than you listen to me or dad. Grey got in big trouble the other day and after I got down yelling at him and sent him to his room, you bawled your eyes out and then went up to your bed too so Grey didn't have to be alone.
Gemma is such a sucker for you. Oh.my.gosh - that poor girl. She babies you more than me! She carries you around if you ask her to pick you up, she helps you get ready, she rubs your back, she sneaks candy and snacks for you. It's honestly ridiculous how wrapped around your finger she is. She loves you fiercely and protectively. Let no person ever cross her Rusty, because there will be a severe price to pay. You two are very much alike too; our sweet skips. You both wake up almost at the same time - it's kind of weird. Some days it you two sleeping in late, others days you two are the first two up naturally. And you two are both our snuggle masters.
And Violet is your bestie. The games you two weirdos play together make me laugh so much; two little cannonballs bouncing around the house and yard together. When you play house together you are the Dad and she's the Sister and she sasses you and says she's going to school/work and then you yell at her and put her in pretend timeout. You call her Wiley and she can translate your Rusty Language to anyone if needed. You repeat her so often (especially in the car; if she asks me something and I answer her - you ask me the same exact question and want the same answer immediately after her). She never gets annoyed or upset about that repeating thing; it's almost like she understands that you need the practice and she's happy to give you phrase to try out. You two are going to be an awesome little team.
Your hair, dude. it is a part of you and your personality and that's just the way it goes. People can barely keep themselves from touching it constantly and you give them your signature stink eye sometimes saying, "I don't like you" but because it's in RustyLanguage, they don't understand (thank goodness #mortifiedmomma) I have seen old ladies literally stop mid conversation to comment to each other about your hair and everyone asks if we've cut it yet (or warns me never to cut it). It is a conversation starter everywhere we go.
You love the movies Jurassic World, Peter Rabbit, and Monster Trucks (Santa brought you your own 'creech'!) You love looking at picture books and having them read to you. If I sit down and pick up a book, you come and dead weight plop right down on my lap. Your favorite toys are play weapons like guns, swords, and anything that even remotely resembles a gun or sword (pool noodles, bubble wands, sticks, serving utensils). You love play fighting and play dying dramatically (hah!)
You are a little picky with eating; you'd prefer to eat chicken nuggets or pizza more than anything else. You love 'chippies' (potato chips) and 'chowkit' (chocolate in any form). You call a sipper cup a 'bubba' and when you need to relax you ask for it. You dip everything in ketchup, including your pizza and noodles.
My Rusty James,
You bring so much joy and love with your sensitive and caring heart
You bring so much silly and wild with your adventurous and brave soul
how did we get so lucky to be your family, my darling?
I will be loving you forever and ever
even when you get way bigger than me
my Mr. Handsome baby boy
your momma
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