Just like that, I no longer have two sons and a baby. I officially have three sons now. Our youngest just turned two, and although he’s still the smallest in the house, he’s no longer the “baby” in the same way. He’s a full-blown little boy now! He’s bold, curious, and determined to keep up with his big brothers at all costs.
He doesn’t quite understand that his brothers are older. Age and size are meaningless when your heart is full of ambition. Whether they’re jumping off the couch or building Lego towers, he’s right there behind them — sometimes literally running to catch up — trying to do every single thing they do. And most of the time, he figures it out. He watches, absorbs, and somehow masters things almost as quickly as he sees them.
It’s amazing to witness.
In just two short years, he has grown so much. And in many ways, he’s grown up faster than his brothers did. That’s the thing about being the youngest: you’re born into a world that’s already moving fast, and you learn to run before you even realize you were supposed to crawl first.
He’s already showing an interest in potty training, and he picks up on most concepts almost instantly. He’s eager. He’s sharp. And he’s always watching, always learning, always trying. A part of me is so excited to enter this new season of parenting where strollers and sippy cups are slowly being replaced with sneakers and superhero capes. But I’d be lying if I said there wasn’t a little sadness mixed in with the joy. This growth happened so quickly. The baby days are fading faster than I thought they would. I find myself holding on a little tighter to the hugs, the little hands, the way he still calls out for me with that baby-soft voice.
Still, there’s so much to look forward to. This summer, I’m looking forward to fun days and messy adventures with #mythreesons. I’m excited to watch them explore the world together, especially our youngest, who will no doubt be leading the charge more often than not.
Here’s to the sweet chaos, the wild laughter, the sticky fingers, and the constant reminders that time waits for no one. I may not have a baby anymore, but I have three sons, and each one of them is a gift growing right before my eyes.
