He is growing in speech.
I ask him "What would you like to eat?".
He says "Poo. Hahahaha".
He is growing in physical skill.
He uses a good medium pace right arm when bowling to Dad in a mini cricket game (which he also uses for smashing dinosaur toys together, pegging ice cubes into the fence/slide/outside wall, and throwing rocks at little girls).
He is growing in creativity.
He draws dinosaurs and cars and amazing people, and makes up songs with his guitar.
He is growing in God-understanding.
His talks to God about his day and his trip overseas and baby Holly, baby Arden, and Uncle Justin (and all his airplanes) in his prayer time.
He is growing in style.
Shirts must be orange with long sleeves pushed up. Shorts win out over pants, even when it's cold. Shoes should never be worn unless threatened by Mum.
He is growing in character.
He hovers over his delightful baby cousins, touches them gently, sings them lullabies. He goes to his sisters when he needs help and helps them in return. He talks fondly of his best friends, and misses them when he doesn't see them. And, even though he is a big three year old boy, still he cuddles me and says sweet things like
"I love you Mum. And I love poo. Hahahaha".
Happy third birthday Zebulon!