Just a couple of notes for my memory:
Jack
Recited Psalm 23 from memory as part of his end-of-the-school year preschool program. Loving that he learned scripture and a good reminder and encouragement to do more of that at home.
His hair grows so fast. It is floppy and falls in his eyes and as much as he needs a haircut, his wild hair gives him a tiny essence of being ‘little.’ It’s hard to give up.
Has developed hoarding tendencies. The kid fills envelopes, shoe boxes, forgotten cookie tins and anything else he can get his hands on with whatever the days treasures are. Scraps of paper, quarters, pens, little toys, a wayward sock, even my car keys. It is ALL important. It is all HIS.
Sports. All of them, all the time. Forever amen.
Luke
Dimples. Enough said.
Still wants to do all the things his brother does. Misses Jack when he’s at school and hates to be separated. Yet, fight like wild hoodlums almost constantly.
Loves green blankie and his thumb with all his heart.
His imagination has kicked into high gear. We listen to wandering random tales all day long. They could be about anything from the bulldozer we passed in the car to his brother getting in trouble the day before to what his cars/dinosaurs/Legos are doing that very second.
He stutters (a little).
Really loves riding his bike. Took a spin on Jack’s two-wheel (with Daddy’s help). It won’t be long now.
Scarlet
So cute it’s ridiculous.
Lots of babbling. Started waving. LOVES attention.
Crawling. Getting into things. Wants to be where her brothers are.
Has entered the human vacuum stage. Any stray piece of ANYTHING (dropped cheerio, small Lego, random piece of fuzz, MY HAIR) goes directly in the mouth. This is a particularly disgusting stage of babyhood.
Has many opinions. Is known to screech like a dying hyena and growl like a constipated bear. Is still cute.
Needs to sleep through the night, but mama is a lazy weakling.
A New Day Rises 
Love all three of them!