So, #2 ... what do I have to say to you?
I continue to be obsessed with your hair, but I am not the only one! Fuzz - you are rarely fuzzy now and it is just plain sad. During the winter when the air is dry your hair will still stick up and I will continue to find reasons to rub my face against the fuzz. It is the equivalent of new baby smell for me - with you. I was talking with your teacher and she describes your hair as your duck feathers. How do you feel about grown women being obsessed with your hair?
I was so worried about you last summer, I was convinced that you would not adapt well to having a new baby in the house. I thought you would give me all kinds of business about not being the "baby" anymore and you have taken those thoughts and tossed them away without even flinching. You marched into the hospital on the day your sister was born and were instantly an older brother ... a big boy ... and you haven't looked back. You love your sister, and right now you love being on a level playing field with your brother. You have grown your relationship with #1 by leaps in the last six months. You play together, you watch out for each other, you create all kinds of stuff ... and trouble ... together. And holy cow do you boys laugh and make mischief together. You are still into your own things and do things separately throughout the day, but when you guys click, you really click and it makes me feel like there was a reason my #s 1 and 2 are boys.
You have made some really good friends at your new school this year. I was watching you and O play on the swingset the other day and it was fun to get lost in your game. I'm so used to watching you with your brother and it often brings frustration when you can't physically do the same things he can. But with your own peers you are bringing it! Speaking of bringing it ... You hustle like a mad man during soccer and greet/cheer on your friends as you play games at practice. You love PE at school, too ... especially when playing "What Time is it Mr. Fox?" You've pretty much turned your school day into PE with the help of your friends - racing laps on all vehicles or feet, all day long.
Some things that I must remember about this time with you ...
Instead of "tomorrow" you say, "the day after this day." "Is the day after this day a school day or a home day?" And instead of "temperature" you say, "degrees." "What are the degrees today, Mommy. And can I wear shorts?"
You have found things to test me like, "well ... you're not the boss of me!"
You enjoy savoring ... anything. Eating, showering, whatever, happens nice and slow. You realize this means we're going to set all of our clocks ahead in the coming years ...
You do not like swim lessons ... You do like soccer lessons.
You're trying out comedy - insisting one day to wear underwear on your head to school, so we let you take them to school in your pocket. I'm told the bitty pirate briefs came out while riding big wheels - mask? racing uniform? just because? Probably all of the above and then some.
You are a fabulous sharer and a not so fabulous cleaner-upper.
You are funny and silly and you know it, but shy for the camera so it is tricky to capture.
You are scary fast on your scooter and pretty much refuse to learn to ride the bike.
Friday afternoons are #2 time - #3 is sleeping and #1 is still at school. It is my time with you - to just be. We usually build train tracks or legos although you've been telling me I'm doing it wrong a lot lately. You've got your own idea of how things should be ... imagine that in this family. But I'll take it. It is nice to step out of the chaos for a minute and enjoy the quiet chug, chug, chug ... puff, puff, puff as the little train rumbles over the tracks.
Happy Birthday, little bear. Or is it little poo?
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