He is now 4 years, 8 months.
He is big like a man. Too big to fit comfortably in my lap.
He scrunches up his body into a ball to sit in my lap.
His heart is pure gold. His mind is brilliant.
He's absolutely dreamy!
His language skills are probably better than mine.
He still says his Momma is his girlfriend.
Nothing makes him happier than a dirt pile, a bucket, and a stick.
He hates mashed potatoes and has yet to concede that bedtime is not negotiable.
If anyone ever figures everything out, it will be him.
He's reading small books with small words. He knows all the planets - in order.
He ran inside yesterday and said, "Mom, you have to see this! The bee is pollinating out here!!"
My sweet brilliant baby boy craves learning. I love that!
1 comment:
the bee thing is incredible. knowing the word "pollinating" in one thing. knowing that a bee is actually doing it is another. i don't think i would know when a bee was pollinating. sheesh.
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