Riley is 3. We have a 3 year old. A Pre-Schooler.
He’s fun and silly and chatty and full of energy and spunk.
Waffles. Paw Patrol. His Dogs. Helping Daddy. Cinnamon Rolls. In N Out. Watching Movies. Playing with Cars. Construction Trucks. Playing Hide and Seek. Fruit. Happy Cake (Birthday Cake). Talking on the Phone. Nonny and Grandpa and Gran. Popcorn. His Best Friend Leon. Rescue Bots. Playing on his Swing Set. Being chased. Jumping in Rain Puddles. Digging holes. Doing Laundry. Sarah + Duck. Baking cookies. Hot Wheels. Cutting papers. Carrying his favorite toys to and from his room for naps and bedtime. Taking pictures. Green Smoothies. Pointing out any trash trucks or construction trucks he sees. Telling long stories.
“Mom, you pop the horn.”
“Daddy be home in four minuets.”
“Pelescope” = “Telescope”
“Nulk” = “Milk”
“Tee-Show” = “TV Show”
“God Bless You.”
“Careful ____!” Dad, Charly, Mom.
“Oh, hi Charly.”
“Wake up early, early.”
Happy 3rd Birthday, Riley P. We love you and your enthusiasm for life. You wake up each day full of ideas, and plans and possibilities. I hope you never lose your energy and joy for life. Love you, dude.