Oh, our spirited little man. We love him so much. His personality is so big and his little heart is even bigger. Unfortunately, so is his temper! I guess he comes by it honestly. His third birthday has come and gone and once again I cannot believe it. He's talking non-stop and loving being 3. "I not a baby anymore, Momma. I a BIG boy." All he wants is to be just like his big brother. He is so affectionate. He's a hugger and an acrobat. He loves us, he loves his brother. He hates spiders.
So smart. He can count to at least 25 (only missing 13 because he can't say it, not necessarily because he doesn't know it). He loves making silly faces and making everyone around him laugh. He knows how to spell his name (thanks to the M-i-c-k-e-y m-o-u-s-e song) and can sing his phone number when heavily prompted. The alphabet is covered except maybe for that bit in the middle where LMNO is kind of one letter.
We had a birthday party for him and he insisted all his "girls" go. At three he's already quite the ladies man! I would love to pinpoint one story about him that can show you how much he makes us laugh, but I can't. He's just funny. Right down to his silly face when he know's you're about to get angry with him. We love you, Sebastian! (Even when you're clearly up to no good, or plotting to take over the world.)