Mr. Buddha is officially a PRESCHOOLER! I feel like he's been three for six months already. His vocabulary is just as savvy as a 5 year old. His comprehension is off the charts. We can't speak to the boys as though they are little but grown adults. Otherwise, they would say "Why are you talking like that momma?"
The sad thing is that Buddha is officially a preschooler. Last year, we stopped taking the stroller to places. At the age of 2, he snubbed his nose at the possibility of getting in one. Recently, I gave up our double stroller, wagon, and all the "baby" toys. Soon, he'll be advancing to the 3-6 year old room at school. It's bittersweet. I love the independence. But, the "baby" has officially left the building.
He has his baby moments. He wants "up" occasionally. Although he's lost his baby Buddha belly, he's solid and HEAVY. We've had to stop picking him up. He cries (or rather yells) when he wants something badly. Then, it's a fight to the finish. I hear my dad's voice "Don't back down. You're the boss. You must nip it in the bud now." Fortunately, it doesn't take too long for him to comply.
There are some really great things about Buddha. He's independent and wants to try to do everything himself. As a parent, I've learned to be patient as much as possible to allow him time to figure it out. He's learning to play longer alone. He's learning to use his words more if he's frustrated or hurt. He's tell me he loves me out of the blue with hugs and kisses.
I hug and kiss him back. He's only 3 for a moment.