James is 3

It is hard to believe my baby is 3. My once quiet little man now talks all the time, in sentences. He is not hyper-active, just constantly in motion. James bounds into a room. He loves to play, he loves to talk, and he gives the best hugs and kisses. If you stick our your lip and pretend to cry or get hurt for real, James comes running with a big hug and kiss. He is constantly singing, songs like 'Yellow Submarine' and 'Mighty Machines'. I am pretty sure James' favorite thing in the whole world is his big brother. Whatever Miles likes, he likes, whatever Miles plays, he wants to play. If Miles is a pirate, he is the 'other one pirate'. They create huge battles with knights, pirates, and transformers. He is tough, yet sensitive if someone hurts his feelings. James smiles and laughs with his whole body. He marches around the room, swinging one arm and giving orders. He scares me when he climbs to the top of a jungle gym without a hint of fear and totters on the edge. He is always on the edge. He loves containers, filling them with toys, water, sand, whatever is available. He loves to throw things into the water - sand, rocks, shells. He plays a game called 'spaceship' where he piles up misc. toys onto the couch or in a closet. One day I couldn't find my hair dryer and thought to check the morning's 'spaceship', sure enough, there it was. I can't get him into the bath and then I cannot get him out. He is stubborn to the end. He can throw a tantrum with the best of them. I love my sweet baby James.