Gideon is 3.

Dear Gideon James,

Today, TODAY, you are three.

Free! (to quote you)

Oh, sweet child of mine. You are somethin’ ELSE. Is it possible you’ve made it three times around the sun already? You are strong, you are fast, and you are usually naked.  And really, there’s not much more I can say about you in mixed company.  Amen.

What will you want to know when you are older about Gus Man at Three?  Ry is 6, Abby is 1, and you can tackle both of them to the ground in love and/or fury.  You are just over 40 pounds.  You are 39″ tall, which is 1 inch shorter than Ry was at three and entirely too short to be climbing and jumping the way you do. You are obsessed with trucks and trailers and tractors.  You potty trained yourself about one month ago… and I do mean ‘yourself.’ I get no assist on this one in the books… you were one of those weird kids who just ‘got it’ immediately.  This is why you are my favorite son.

birthday 1

President Obama is on his second term in office, gas is $3.60 per gallon, and we have about 25 head of longhorn cattle. You are impossible to talk to before you’ve eaten breakfast (my genes) and breakfast is usually cereal (your father’s genes). Actually, you’re impossible to talk to when you’re hungry, period. You have two levels of activity: none (when tractors are on tv) and tornado (anytime you are not watching tractors on tv). You have only one volume and that is LOUD.

I take that back. You are not always loud.  Yesterday, Abby was crawling towards you to play and you stooped down to talk to her, cocked your sweet little punkin’ head to the side, and whispered, “Abby pay (play)? Abby pay me?” I started to tear up at the sweetness pouring from your little heart, but then Abby stood up and grabbed one of your trucks and you nearly chocked on exasperation, which brought us back around to,




You have your moments, Child.

You do not take naps anymore… not for the past 3 months or so. (Um, I did cry when that became official.) You are a freakishly good swimmer for a stout wee little lad and have an impressive ability to work a cordless drill.  You are crazy fast on your feet and rarely- RARELY- fall accidentally. I do not understand it, really… but I have trouble standing without falling so these kind of skills are foreign to me.

Your Achilles Heal?  Bedtime.  Bedtimes with you are not so fun, Child. About 6 months ago, you caught on to the fact that the world continues after 8pm, and it has been a screaming, sobbing, kicking battle ever since. For you AND your parents. I’m hoping you grow out of it soon… we’re certainly not going to change our mind, though your perseverance is admirable.

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You still wear a blue ball cap daily, you hate wearing a coat, and you do not- under any circumstances- like corn. You eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich every day for lunch, you play well by yourself, and you have a tendency to sit on your younger sister when you want her to be near you. Again, sweet heart, my child.  We’ll work a bit on your form.

Gus Man, you are so loved. You bring joy to so many people with your grin and your antics and your raspy little voice.  May God continue to grow you into a passionate young man after His own heart… with a love for family, with a mind for solutions, and with hands and feet for service.

You will always be my favorite son.

Please don’t make me hafta visit you in jail.



What is YOUR favorite memory or story of Gus Man? Would you leave it in the comments so we’ll have a record of it later? Please and thank you so very much.

Gideon is born.

Gideon is 1.

Gideon is 2.

About texasnorth

TexasNorth is a little farm in Western Michigan. It's home to 5 chickens, 25 longhorn cattle, a coonhound (Banjo), 1 barn cat, a husband, and 3 ridiculously funny children. The mom of this zoo has been known to mow the lawn in a skirt and roast marshmallows after dark. View all posts by texasnorth

12 responses to “Gideon is 3.

  • Jim

    The 2012 hay ride; jumping in, around, through, over people an crashing the bales laughing the whole time

  • Kat

    I love the excitement when I pull in at your house and the sadness when it’s time for me to leave. I’m not sure if the excitement or sadness is because of me or my truck. Either way it means the world to me. Also, Gideon followed in Ry’s pattern of knowing to ask to see pictures of my puppy on my phone and that I usually have gum. Happy Birthday Buddy.

  • Steph

    Yay Gideon! Happy happy bday!

  • Mandi Watts

    Happy Birthday, Gideon! I love hearing about all your antics here on your mom’s blog! I think you and my boys would have a blast together!

  • Amy L

    Happy Birthday Gus Man! I remember the cracker box “negotiations” between the boys this summer at the park. Boys and food.

  • Missy

    Oh, Happy Day! You sound rakishly fun. And, I do believe you and my daughter shall get married some day. Yes. I do. May you live long and strong and wide and deep.

  • Tif

    “Please don’t make me haft a visit you in jail” -true mom words. Happy FREE birthday Gideon…. The next one will cost you 1 year.

  • Kendra VanDerVeen

    Great Job on the cake!

  • Aunt Regina

    Mine was this past summer in my tiny backyard pool. It was amazing to see him bob up and down and hardly taking time for a breath…And then when I taught him and Ry telling your dad “Get out of the pool”….What a riot!

  • MC

    I’ve never met Gus, but I feel like I know him. I know our pregnancies coincided three years ago, and some of these 3-year-old characteristics sure do ring a bell. We have said goodbye to naps just in the past two weeks, and I could cry. Also, all you’ve said about Gus makes me KNOW I’m going to be saying some of the same about Sam in a couple of years. He is so. BOY. Gotta love ’em.
    I love love LOVE these letters to your babes! Happy Birthday Gus!

  • lisahudson

    Another birthday. Oh, my. Where does it go? The kiddo has depth of character. You can just tell – the true makings of a Renaissance Man!! Hope it was a happy one. From the smiles, it sure looks like it.

  • Margie

    Oh, goodness. The joy I miss not having a boy. I still call him SuperKid because he so is.

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