Happy 3rd Birthday, Sutton.

Dear Sutton Button, Happy, Birthday! I cannot believe that you are already three! You have brought so much joy to our little family. I told you the other day that your special gift was making Cannon a brother. He loves you so much and truly is the best big brother to you. He is always trying to teach, help and take care of you. You are a typical little brother! You love to fight him, torture him and you do love him so much. At school this past year, when you would get hurt you would immediately begin crying and asking for "My Cannon". You do the same thing if you get in trouble with Mom or Dad. You expect your big brother to rescue you. I pray that you two will always love each other and be a true TEAM. There are so many ways to describe you: sweet, spirited, independent, humorous, screamer, clothes-lover, whoa-gurk (yogurt) eating, major sweet tooth, discerning palate, super snuggle bug, charmer, rotten, absolutely adorable, soccer pants fanatic... Sweet memories... you sneaking food and hiding to eat it. When I say food I actually mean anything with sugar! I recently found several candy wrappers behind the couch that you had been eating in secret. You are constantly asking for gum, candy, milkshakes, cookies and the like. You love to sleep with your fishy pillow and your "sleepy friends" which include Pete the Cat and Wink (a little owl) and sometimes Snuggie which is a blanket you have had since birth. You went from being an amazing sleeper to waking up every night and climbing into bed with Mommy, which you now call "your bed". You are a tough little boy and often when you get hurt I brace myself for tears and instead see smiles. You recently took a major face plant in the cul-de-sac on your bike and damaged your mouth and tooth (which you may loose). Dad said you took it like a champ, a few tears but nothing major. You DO NOT like for anyone to laugh at you! Recently, you fell playing baseball and some kids were laughing at your and you came after them, swinging, ready to fight them! Yes, short stuff, you were about to attack a 10 year old even! You have no fear when it come to fighting anyone. You are however, afraid of the witch in the movie Brave and Wizard of Oz. You are frightened by the darker images in movies. Which is interesting to me since you are so brave in real life situations. You are a MAJOR Daddy's boy! You are so content just sitting in his lap watching any of his shows...golf, football, baseball. You adore your Daddy. You LOVE clothes and you change clothes SEVERAL times a day. By several, I mean sometime five times within an hour! You destroy your closet multiple times a day and laugh about it! You want to wear soccer pants everyday! You have decided that you are going to play soccer with your best friend, Hudson Poe in the fall. Speaking of Hudson, I have never seen two little boys love each other so much! You each call each "my Sutton/Hudson". You two are a little team and love paling around which each other. I think he might just be your little 3 year old soul mate. You can consume over 40 yogurt tubes in a week. It is insane how much you eat!! We are beginning to think we have to stop the yogurt eating due to an awful case of cracking toes! You have cracks, scales and even little open wounds on your feet and Mommy thinks it might be because of eating waaaaay to much yogurt. You are very charming and get away with way to many naughty little antics. You have this special way of getting out of trouble. Its not just with Mommy either. It is amazing the way you can charm most anyone. You have shaggy hair and a little Baltic amber necklace that makes you look like a surfer. You tell people all the time that you are a surfer dude. We had a fun Surf themed birthday for you and it was totally tubular! You are ALL boy. You are fascinated by gas and all disgusting body sounds. Your favorite word is "poop" or any version. You pass gas all the time which you call "gassing". I call you a 21 year old frat boy stuck in a 3 year olds body. You will climb on my lap and force yourself to pass gas. We listen to you say "I gassed" about a million times a day. Recently, we were in Lowe’s and you said, “Mommy, did you gas?” Me: no. Then you looked at the cashier and said “did you gas?” She looked confused. Then you started laughing hysterically and said, “NOOOOO, I gassed”. Thankfully, you call it gas instead of the F@*t word that almost everyone else in the world says. That word is a no, no with Mommy. It is just one of the words I really dislike. Thank you for saying “gas”. I have never thought that “gas” humor was funny and we have always gone in separate rooms if we needed to pass gas. I have to admit, though, you have made me laugh about gas! I guess you have loosened Mommy up a little bit. FYI: Daddy STILL must take his gas in a separate room. Sutton you have brought so much humor and fun to our home. You are constantly making us laugh with your made up language and your silliness. I love you so much little boy. I pray that you keep your smile and infectious laugh, that you remain just as spirited as sweet. I pray that you live a long life full of laughter, happiness and love. I pray that God’s grace surrounds you and that you find accept Jesus into your heart at a young age . I pray that you seek God’s path for your life and live it to the fullest. Love, Mommy.