Momma: Friffer, you're so silly.
Christopher: Momma. When I was a kid I was Friffer.
Christopher: Yeah. Now I'm a big boy. I'm Chri-topher-er.
And he's right. Sort of. He's not a baby anymore. He's a big boy. We constantly try to remind him of this. He sees Carter's diapers and asks if he can wear a diaper, and we remind him that he doesn't need diapers. He pees in the potty like a big boy.
He asks if he can have a bottle like Carter. No bud, you're a big boy. Big boys use cups. Christopher wants to sit in the bouncer, use the high chair. No bud, you're a big boy - big boys use chairs like Momma and Dadda.
It's amazing to think that in three small years our baby boy has grown into a small person. He's using complete sentences. Two years ago we couldn't understand a single word he said. Thank goodness too - because he use to get so mad and pout when we didn't understand him.
He's learned so much in three years, and he learns more every day. He's starting to get the idea of a tricycle. He loves to play t-ball. I (the most over-protective mother in the world) finally decided he can go up and down the stairs by himself.
He's growing in size too, although his rate has slowed down. At his three year check-up, Christopher weighed 39 lbs., 4 oz. (91st percentile) and was 40" tall (93rd percentile). He's the average size of a five-year-old. Nice.
Carter's not too far behind either. At his four month check-up Carter weighed 18 lbs., 9 oz. (103rd percentile) and was 26.25" tall (96th percentile). In fact, Carter is bigger at four months than Christopher was. Don't get me wrong, Christopher weighed 18 lbs. 3 oz. at four months, but still. In the realm of baby weight, those 6 oz. are a lot.
This month Carter has also learned to roll over. Just once though. But he's had a few other milestones - he started on cereal this past week. But more importantly - he's slept through the night. THREE TIMES in one week. I'm hoping this will become more permanent.
Our babies are growing. Christopher is now three. In two years he'll be sporting a backpack with the latest Disney cartoon character and heading off to Kindergarten. Carter is four months old - one-third of his way through the first year. By Thanksgiving he'll be most likely crawling and by Christmas he'll be walking.
Where does the time go? It's seems like just yesterday we brought each of the boys home from the hospital.