Life at 3

It's probably happened a lot more gradually than it seems, but all of a sudden we've noticed that Larson has really turned into a bona fide Pre-Schooler. Full of questions, as ever, and more sophisticated, too: "Dad, if you go up high in the sky, is God up there BEFORE you get to outer space?" Hmm...that one took Brett just a little off guard! Recent achievement: yesterday he finished putting together a 100-piece puzzle all by himself!

Recent snippet of conversation when Larson was *supposed* to be sleeping:

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[Heard from downstairs]

"Daddy!"

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[Brett goes upstairs to find out what the deal is]

"You're my favorite daddy in the whole wide world. You can't go on any more long trips unless you take us all with you, because we missed you and you missed us. And Cora cried."

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[pause]

"...and Cora cried when she was hungry, and she cried when she wanted more Cheerios, and she cried when she was all done, and she cried when she wanted a nap, and she cried when she wanted her pacifier, and she cried when she fell down..."

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[more talking about taking trips]
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"...and then...we'll all go drive in the car...except....if Cora's napping, then Mommy will have to stay behind."

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Here's Larson taking stock of his favorite "guys" after painstakingly, lovingly lining them all up (are they arranged by color? Oh, goodness, we know who this child's mother is...):

Larson making a caterpillar with some "treasure" he brought home from school:

Favorite outdoor accoutrement? The hose! Here's Larson making a waterfall:

Eating pasta for dinner. Naked, because his clothes were sopping wet after playing with the hose (and then the big puddle it created) just beforehand.

Larson making a sad face:

Now here's a scared face:

And a happy face!