I have a four year old. Those words are pretty hard to believe. 3 still feels like a baby. 4 feels old. He’s tall and skinny. His shorter hair cut and that light weight hoodie I bought him the other day just makes him look so grown up.
I’m not going to lie. This past year has been pretty dang challenging with a 3 year old (who had to adjust to a new life in a new state and a new brother). I don’t want to focus on the challenging bits here though. Not today. I’ve focused on it so much the past year that I’m just going to talk about all the good things.
He’s smart, he’s sweet, he’s oh so handsome. He’s a complete social butterfly and has made us so many great friends this year. Without fail, every time we are at the park or a play place, the times we don’t bring a friend along, he’ll find a new one. He just goes up to them and start playing with them. I love this about him. He also gets along pretty well with other kids. He seems to thrive in preschool and listens much better there then he does at home. I have no doubt that he will love school and kindergarten, which is only (gulp) a year and a half away.
He loves helping out. He helps me cook and he helps me clean…even if the cleaning takes some persuasion. He helps with his little brother, throwing diapers away and grabbing me new ones. We’ve started a nightly routine where he will give Sawyer a kiss and a hug and gets his room ‘ready’ for him. He turns on the sound machine, turns off the light, closes the door but leaves it open ‘just a little bit’ just like he asks us to do for him.
He is independent. He gets himself dressed and wipes his own butt and brushes his own teeth. He will move chairs to make himself taller to reach things he needs (or shouldn’t have). He enjoys helping walk the dog and pushing Sawyer in the little umbrella stroller. He learned how to ride a peddle bike at 3 and a half. He’s coordinated and strong.
Ever since last summer we started going to the high school’s baseball field that is less then a block away in the evenings or on the weekends. We take the dog and meet up with friends and their dogs and it’s become one big adult, kid and dog party. The other day we had about 8 adults or so, 6 kids and several dogs hanging out and playing with all people who live on our street. I hope he remembers this and looks fondly on these days when he gets older.
We spend our weekdays as a little threesome. Sebastian, Sawyer and I. They are spent going to play places and parks and the zoo and preschool and soccer and walks and going to the corner store and to the shops on Park Street or just sometimes hanging around at home or a friends house. I know I will be sad when I no longer get him to myself all day every day. These times are so, so precious. We spend our weekends with daddy either getting things done around the house or exploring the awesomeness that is the Bay Area.
He loves playing with cars (still) and Legos and Magnatiles. He’s been on a Transformers kick (and finally got a couple for his birthday). Before that he’d pretend just any toy or object was a transformer. We bought him tickets for a Monster Truck rally and he, his dad and his Uncle Peter are going. I know he’s going to love it.
I love being a mom to these two boys and I wouldn’t change a single thing. I’m so lucky that I get to stay at home with them and spend every precious minute getting to raise them and watch them grow.
Happy 4th birthday to the guy whose smile has always been the biggest, best smile I’ve ever seen.
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