I am late with this post, of course. This past week has been a whirlwind. And I haven’t quite had a chance to sit down and write out all my FEELINGS. 

Our little guy is THREE YEARS OLD.

According to Ishu, he’s “Papa’s big little guy” and also “Mama’s big baby.” 

I cannot wrap my head around the fact that I’ve been this kiddo’s mama for three years. 

We went to DC this past weekend for a family wedding and I brought up something to Ankur about “the last time we were here.” 

He looked at me and said, “What? We’ve been to DC together?” 

I laughed. Because while all those memories and experiences were important and we’re so fortunate to have had all that time together before Ishu came along, it IS kind of funny how this little human has taken up such a LARGE SPACE in our brain that it truly is kind of hard to remember all the things that came before him. 

For the past two weeks, Ishu’s been waking up and asking me, “Mama, am I still 2?” 

I think he’s feeling excited about growing bigger. But there’s also a part of him that wanted to stay 2 for as long as possible. Because he doesn’t want to transition to a different classroom with a different teacher.

But, despite his trepidation, he woke up on his 3rd birthday with a big old grin. And, while at the airport on Friday night, he walked up to people saying, “Did you know it’s my birthday?” Or he’d simply stare at someone ’til they looked back and then he’d say, “It’s me! ISHAAN!” As if everyone there should know exactly who he is. 

On his actual birthday (Friday), Ankur and I got to visit the class. We brought a snack and some goodie bags. We read two books and watched Ishu walk around the sun three times. He was so proud to show off his pictures from when he was a “baby.” He grabbed the picture of him as a newborn, lifted it up to the class, and said – with eyebrows up in the air – “THIS IS WHEN I WAS ZERO YEARS OLD.” 

He’s been spoiled rotten by his entire family with all the gifts and blessings. 

And, well, it’s another year where we are feeling so very lucky for all the people that love this little guy as much as we do. 

My thoughts are scrambled and this post is a hodge-podge of events taped together in my mess of a brain. But I guess that’s what it’s like to be a parent of a three-year old. Pretty accurate stuff. 

I’ll be back tomorrow with a weekend recap of our time in DC. Happy birth-week to Ishu! 🙂