3-1/2 years old today! (I wish I'd done the picture AFTER wiping the Spaghettios off his face) |
Evan's 3-1/2 year stats.
Height/Weight: 34.2 pounds and just slightly over 37 inches.
Wearing: This is funny. He's mostly wearing Size 3T but he has MANY 24-month and 2T pants he wears that fit perfectly and he's growing out of most of his 3T tops, so we've gotten out some of the 4T's. So there are many days he wears 24-month/2T pants with a 4T top. Short. Like his mama. Shoes are size 8/9.
Sleeping: Goes to bed at 7:30/8:00, but rarely falls right asleep. And he wakes up somewhere between 6:15-8am. I think he's almost ready to drop the afternoon nap. He rarely gets one on the weekends anymore and he does fine until bedtime. On week days, he has a nap at daycare because they are required to do naps, and I think that's why he doesn't fall asleep like he used to in the evenings.
Eating: He'll eat almost anything if dessert is on the line. But at the same time, if he's not hungry, then no dessert in the world would make him eat. He's gone many evenings without dinner, by his own choice. And almost anything I put in front of him (except mac & cheese, some Nutrigrain bars, yogurt, grapes, and cheese), he'll claim he doesn't like it. All that said, he eats pretty well, but I honestly have no idea what I would call his "favorite" food(s).
Miscellaneous: He's sassy. My, is he sassy. And he has to have the last word in any argument. Like his mama.
He's very active and moves around a lot, lot, lot. He rarely sits still for anything. And he dances! That kid will dance all over. It's adorable!
He still gives me a hug and kiss every morning when I drop him off at daycare.
He knows the alphabet and can recognize most of the letters, and he knows how to spell his name. But he still can't write his name. We're working on that. He has very little interest in drawing and writing.
He's also very good with colors, shapes, and numbers. In fact, for a short period of time not too long ago, every time we came to a stop sign, he'd make sure to tell me there is an octagon in our direction (Well.... a few times he said there's an octagon in our "erection." I spent more time laughing than correcting him.). Now he just likes to point out all the stop signs.