My baby recently turned three.
Usually, when we hit the half way mark to a birthday, I start to assume the upcoming age.
But this year, with Peter, I drug it out.
He was my precious 2 year old until the very last moment.
And suddenly, he is older.
He has become quite the chatter box.
He is quite adament about his idenity and I love the way he mis-pronounces his middle name.
He is stubborn, and sweet, and smart, and silly.
Not always at the same time.
How I love my Peter Joseph - the blessings of motherhood are great!
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