You Are Four!
February 21, 2006
Happy (belated) Birthday, Doodlebug!!
It seems like just yesterday I freaked your father out by calling him at his hotel in Galveston to tell him we were going to bring you into the world. It was so much fun this weekend to celebrate turning four with you, I didn’t get to post this until today. You are one amazing little boy. You are sweet, funny, kind and a really good friend. You can also be cranky, whiny, frustrating and apparently rather annoying to hear your brother tell it. (for what it’s worth, he matches you measure for measure in that regard.) You’re so handsome, and you make my heart soar when you ask me for high fives, a hug, or tell me Good Morning, Mommy! to start my day.
You’ve grown up a lot in the past year. Your speech has improved, and more people than just me now understand what you are trying to tell us. It’s kind of sad for me to know I don’t need to be around as much to translate for you. You have new friends, and I enjoy hanging back, in the shadows, to see you interact with your buddies. You have a kind, gentle soul; but you can also belt out a “That’s MINE!!!” with the best of ‘em. (trust me on this, you are LOUD!) I love that you are enjoying your Pre-K class, and can give me a kiss and a wave instead of crying, screaming, and attaching yourself to my leg as I try to leave. I really like it when you name all of your classmates for me. The sound of your voice (most of the time, when you are not crying or screaming) makes me feel so happy. I am truly blessed to have you in my life, and I am beyond honored that you call me mom.
You really love your big brother, and some day he will look past his annoyance of you and you guys can kick it old school. I see flashes of that happening every now and again, but I’m hoping that over time it becomes more permanent. It should, so hang tight, okay?
Daddy doesn’t have a blog, so I’ll just throw in that he loves you so much, loves to go find pine cones in the “spooky forest” with you; and find snakes and turtles anywhere you guys can. Even when he travels, you and your brother are always on his mind, and he’s proud of all the great things you have done; from potty training to climbing trees. He loves each and every hair on your head, even if you hate him to wash it (you know it needs to be done though, right?). He’s one proud papa.
I have to close by saying that you could never be mistaken for being another persons child if only for the fact that you, my dear, love iced tea (out of my glass), Doritos, and Slim Jims. A healthy balanced diet if I ever saw one. Hopefully you’ll grow to love sushi as much as I did when I was pregnant with you* so someone else in this family will eat it with me. It’s lonely being the only sushi lover!
Happy Birthday, my big, strong, blankie loving four year old.
Love, Mom
*I should clarify that while I ate sushi during my pregnancy, they were only California Rolls and not any types of sushi that contained raw fish. The only thing raw in there is vegetables, and you can (and should) eat those while pregnant. Eating raw fish can harm you and your baby during a pregnancy. I also should disclose that I got my doctor’s approval before I ate any sushi. I also recommend that if you live near a Wolfgang Puck’s that you immediately after finding out you can have said sushi call a good friend, and head over there to gorge on California Rolls until you burst. I did (gorge, not burst. That came later.)
