Baby Drake...where did you go?
How fast nearly three years has flown! You were just crawling around my feet and were nestled in my hip.
Now you get food by yourself, go the bathroom on your own and want to keep up with your big brother and sister.
My baby can now throw a football, hit a baseball and kick a soccer ball. He can even do a front flip on the trampoline!
Where did my baby go? You still have your dimples, your smile and your hugs. You still want to hold me tight before you go to bed. You still want to rub my hair while you fall asleep. And you still give the best kisses of anyone I know.
You've by-passed the Little People toys and have gone straight for Coen's Legos and Star Wars guys. But, most of all your favorite (everyone's favorite) are the "big Legos" as you call them.
One funny thing about you is that you are very particular about things. Like you only want Mom to give you your milk, you don't like when I wear ponytails (because it prohibits you from rubbing my hair). You are a picky little eater.
You'll always be my baby. So, forgive me if I treat you that way sometimes. Nevertheless, I expect a lot out of you too!
