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Levi turns 3 next month. He looks like a teenager most of the time. His little waist doesn't hold up his pants so we had to buy him a belt and cut an extra hole in it. Also, he needs a haircut real bad. I'm tempted to try the faux-hawk again. 

He is sleeping in a big boy bed now. I wasn't ready for the transition but he was. He did well the first week or two, but suddenly he's waking up 2-4 times a night. He runs into our room and whines. We walk him back to bed and that's it. He also decided he'd rather start his day at 5:30am instead of the glorious 9am we are used to. It's exhausting. The early mornings wouldn't be so bad if I was getting a solid night's rest. Such is life.

(Jen, do you recognize Blake's shoes?? Love that he's able to use them!)

Still, he's as charming as ever and has the uncanny ability to make anyone, anywhere, smile. I think that's a trait from my husband's side. Or maybe it's just a toddler thing.

Either way, I hope it never changes.