My sweet little Carter boy turned three today, how did that happen? He’s becoming such a big boy, and oh so independent. He’s always telling me that he’s being a “useful boy” when he’s doing things like singing to Owen to make him happy, and making sure he’s washing his hands after he goes potty. He loves to drive me crazy by constantly changing into “running clothes” a.k.a pajamas, and always hiding things from me. Boy oh boy do I have stories about this little spit-fire. Then just a moment later he’ll say “mommy, I just want you,” and he’ll be sitting in my lap, sucking his thumb, and twirling my hair. Those moments are the ones I will treasure for the rest of his life. If only he would stop growing up so fast.