While picnicking at the orchard last weekend, a bee made his way to our 4 year olds apple. As it buzzed around and lingered around his hands, Scott thought that it might freak him out so he started to swat it away.
“No Daddy!” our 4 year old protested, “he’s trying to become my friend!”
That’s one we hadn’t heard before…
It shouldn’t shock me, but yet it does. How completely DIFFERENT each of my children are. Their personalities are so unique, it truly amazes me.
Take my youngest.
Oh my goodness… he is such a goof ball, and a FLIRT, but I’ll save that for another post…
Here the kids are in Boston.
“Kids, get together so mom can get a picture of the four of you by the fountains.”
A few weeks ago, the kids spent a long weekend at my parents while Scott and I enjoyed St Louis. While they were there, my parents took the kids to a friends farm. The kids had a blast. Seriously, a day doesn’t go by that they don’t mention the horses or the chickens or the barn cats. They even got to ride on the horses. Right up there with all those memory making experiences, was another new life experience for my 4 year old.
It seems to be that when you have more than one child… their differences sometimes seem to shine out, and they can kind of fall into different roles. The peacemaker, the organizer…. not that I am advocating type casting your children or anything. I know they can all play different roles at different times.
However, when I asked the kids to pose for a picture at the strawberry patch the other day, my youngest displayed his true colors…
My kids have gotten the Minecraft bug. Started first with my oldest son. He shared the obsession with my 6 year old daughter… and then even my child who doesn’t really like to play games, joined in the fight against zombies. Yesterday they finally figured out how to do multi player, which means they can all play at the same time on various different wireless devices in the same world. Giggles could be heard as they found each other walking around in their worlds.
I love the age of 3. I really feel like the personality of your child fully starts to emerge at 3. And 3 year olds are funny. I love their sense of humor and logic and cute little mispronounciations. And they start to pretend. 3 is really fabulous in my humble opinion and I am most def going to mourn the passage of time when I no longer have a 3 year old in the house.
My 5 year old decided she wanted to write a book yesterday. She wanted it to be a collection of stories about animals. So, she asked if I would write what she said up on our dry erase board so that she could copy them into her book. Here is what she said:
I have to wonder how many different ways a cat licks. They all look the same to me.
I remember when my son was in kindergarten he came home and told me he asked a girl in his class to marry him. “What did she say?” I responded. “No. So I told her,why don’t we wait till we are older to decide.” I cautioned him that should he ever want to propose again, he should talk to us first and then talk to the girls parents first.
I remember this so vividly b/c I knew, I knew there would come a day when he would balk at such a discussion.
Scott has been a huge help and support to me this week… taking time off of work so I can rest up (apparently surgery takes more out of you, then you anticipate)… driving the kids to their activities, helping with school, and meals and cleaning up… So, today, I thought I’d show my appreciation and wear my “My Husband Rocks” tee shirt. My 7 year old looked at my shirt, read it aloud and said, “So, why did you wear that today?
This afternoon I was finishing up in the shower, when my youngest walked into the bathroom. I told him, “Hold on bud, Momma’ just needs a minute. Can you give me some privacy?”
His response?
No Mommy. I can’t. I can’t find your pivacy. Neither can I…. going on 9 years now since I lost it.