Happy THREE Sam!

We are supposed to get snow tonight and tomorrow...just like the day Sam was born three years ago. When we got the news that he was born...and saw a picture of his sweet face....I was so excited to hold him in my arms... and heartbroken when the closed airports and treacherous roads made my wait a little bit longer. The first flight out of KC was not until the following evening...and I didn't get to meet him officially till his third day. They put him in my arms...and he was soooo peacefully sleeping. He hardly stirred even though my heart was beating a mile a minute. Sweet sweet sammy. Of course by nightfall...we quickly learned he had only tricked us with his serene-like personality...haha! Boy was he a screamer. There was absolutely no consoling him. The only saving grace was turning on the shower, which seemed to soothe him for a good 5 minutes before another awful crying spell would begin. He definitely had a voice then... And not much has changed in three years except for his size! He was slow to say words...but oh my...once they started....they didn't stop. He still has a lot to say these days. He talks and talks and talks in that loud low little voice of his. He is headstrong, stubborn, and not always the best listener. But of course still knows how to melt this Mama's heart. He is sneaky and sly...and pretty much always causing trouble especially when he has his big brother around to be his accomplice. He loves his Sophia so incredibly much I can't even put it into words. When the older two are at school he is always asking me if it's time to pick them up. He loves to read books...build car washes with blocks, play with his trains, and wear his construction hat. He informed us early this year that he has decided to be a heart doctor. He loves to watch Team Umizoomi and Paw Patrol. He loves to play Candy Land and his new favorite "Don't Rock the Boat." He goes crazy over trash trucks and construction sites. He loves to hide things and LOSE things. He will be the death of me. Haha. Just the other day he was insistent that he hold the mail key. I told him no...but in his sneaky way....when I was busy....he took it from my coat pocket and put it in his before deciding to throw it across the yard. I.never.found.it. GRRR and GRRR. I am constantly searching for things that he hides in the most odd places. I get so angry with him....and then he always comes back with " But am I still your bebe??" Melt.my.heart. He loves haircuts....and does not like people to touch his hair (He knows that I can't resist those sweet curls) but he is constantly saying that it will mess his hair up if people touch it. Silly boy. He is growing up so fast. He is so excited that he is going potty in the big boy potty. He announced to everyone in Church after a trip to the bathroom, " I goed potty on the big boy potty!" He is so excited to go to preschool next year. I'm sure I will be able to get lots done when he is at school...BUT I don't know how I will cope without my little companion. He certainly keeps me company and makes me smile and pull my hair all at the same time!!! I am so lucky that I get to be his mommy. I love you so much sam....and yes even when you lose the mailbox key, "As long as I'm living...my baby you'll be!" Happy, Happy THREE!!!