Dear M,
Tomorrow begins your run as my favorite 6-year-old. N and G were both excellent in this role when they were 6, but I admit it is especially special with you because you are my bonus baby. I find myself clinging to your squeaky voice and innocent cuteness because I know this.is.it. The final curtain call.
You have been in speech therapy for a few months now and are saying words much more clearly. It is sweet when you practice correctly enunciating words, like "lobby" this weekend every time we got into the elevator to go to the "lobby." You found ways to work words like "lobby" and "lion" into sentences just so you could practice.
You are a real character. It takes you awhile to warm up to people, but when you do....look out. You have already demonstrated your armpit and back-of-the-knee fart techniques to your kindergarten teacher, and she told me today at conferences that you've told her about your mad dancing skills, although you haven't shown her. Yet.
You are everything to your big brother, G. He adores you with a love that almost equals his desire to drive you crazy. You are usually so patient, much more so than anyone else in the family is with him. Whenever I ask you what you want to eat or drink, you say, "Whatever Gwam is eating/drinking/having." And then you usually follow up with, "I want what he wants because we're bruhers." (brothers)
I once wrote in one of your baby books that I worried about what kind of mischief you two would get into as you got older, and I have seen it grow and bloom. The two of you can crack each other up like no one and nothing else. I usually consider it hilarity of dumbness, but I am always so thankful you have each other even if I don't get the joke.
You are a fierce hugger and lovebug and to this day you still twiddle my ears, just as you did when you were a nursling. If you see either mine or N's belly, you drop everything and run over to hug us. Daddy offered you his hairy belly for a hug last night, but you replied, "Dat's embarrassing."
You very regularly crack us up, like this weekend when you were playing in the pool, and we heard you say, "Stupid dammit!" while you were splashing some imaginary beast in the water. I fear both Daddy and I laugh at your antics and say"You are so cute" too often because we are savoring these last remaining days of young childhood in our house. As evidence, just this afternoon you said, "I like putting out Halloween decorations, and I'm cute and stuff," so clearly it has all gone to your head.
When I think back to when we discovered you were coming, unexpectedly, we were so discombobulated, and yet we don't know what we would do without you in our family. Because of you....now we are five, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
I love you ever so much, my sweet boy,
Momma
Tomorrow begins your run as my favorite 6-year-old. N and G were both excellent in this role when they were 6, but I admit it is especially special with you because you are my bonus baby. I find myself clinging to your squeaky voice and innocent cuteness because I know this.is.it. The final curtain call.
You have been in speech therapy for a few months now and are saying words much more clearly. It is sweet when you practice correctly enunciating words, like "lobby" this weekend every time we got into the elevator to go to the "lobby." You found ways to work words like "lobby" and "lion" into sentences just so you could practice.
You are a real character. It takes you awhile to warm up to people, but when you do....look out. You have already demonstrated your armpit and back-of-the-knee fart techniques to your kindergarten teacher, and she told me today at conferences that you've told her about your mad dancing skills, although you haven't shown her. Yet.
I love this picture of you because of how you always
wink, point your fingers and click with your tongue
as if you are calling a squirrel.
With the glasses, it just completes it.
You are so, so good at entertaining yourself even though that usually means a bath is needed.
You are everything to your big brother, G. He adores you with a love that almost equals his desire to drive you crazy. You are usually so patient, much more so than anyone else in the family is with him. Whenever I ask you what you want to eat or drink, you say, "Whatever Gwam is eating/drinking/having." And then you usually follow up with, "I want what he wants because we're bruhers." (brothers)
I once wrote in one of your baby books that I worried about what kind of mischief you two would get into as you got older, and I have seen it grow and bloom. The two of you can crack each other up like no one and nothing else. I usually consider it hilarity of dumbness, but I am always so thankful you have each other even if I don't get the joke.
You are a fierce hugger and lovebug and to this day you still twiddle my ears, just as you did when you were a nursling. If you see either mine or N's belly, you drop everything and run over to hug us. Daddy offered you his hairy belly for a hug last night, but you replied, "Dat's embarrassing."
You very regularly crack us up, like this weekend when you were playing in the pool, and we heard you say, "Stupid dammit!" while you were splashing some imaginary beast in the water. I fear both Daddy and I laugh at your antics and say"You are so cute" too often because we are savoring these last remaining days of young childhood in our house. As evidence, just this afternoon you said, "I like putting out Halloween decorations, and I'm cute and stuff," so clearly it has all gone to your head.
When I think back to when we discovered you were coming, unexpectedly, we were so discombobulated, and yet we don't know what we would do without you in our family. Because of you....now we are five, and we wouldn't have it any other way.
I love you ever so much, my sweet boy,
Momma
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