8 years, 7 months.
I’m learning just to go ahead and take the silliest photos of you these days, because that’s about I can get. You don’t want to go through the hassle of smiling for pictures, but you will make a goofy face and pose in some ridiculous way.
So I’m just going with it.
I realize that these hilarious photos are the truest concept of your personality: When you already having fun, you don’t want to stop to be serious.
You just want to keep having fun.
I can work with that… assuming every once in a while I can get a real smile!
3 years, 1 month.
You came home from school last week with your own makeup on. Apparently you took it upon yourself to use a blue marker at apply some eye shadow.
Even though it was a washable Crayola marker, it didn’t immediately wash off in the bath that night.
So that meant you got to enjoy your makeup for a few additional days before it finally disappeared.
Honestly, it really didn’t look that bad! I felt the color choice really complimented your hair and skin tone.
I’d much rather you pretend to put on makeup then to pretend to cut your hair.
8 and a half years.
This makes the first time that our family has ever owned a vehicle that was made the same year that anyone in our family was born. Even growing up, when I was a kid, this had never been the case.
But sure enough, our new Jeep Wrangler just happened to be made in America the same year as you were born, in 2010.
That means that whatever age you turn each year, the Jeep will turn a year older along with you.
So now I have a 2010 son and a 2010 Jeep. I think that’s pretty cool!
3 years, 1 months.
Now that we have our Jeep Wrangler, it has become our official family vehicle. So that means in addition to you loading up in the Jeep every morning for school, you also ride in it on the weekends too; whereas we only used to ride in my Mommy’s car on the weekends.
A couple of weeks ago, you began insisting that I not help you into the Jeep. You started treating the process as is you were on a climbing wall at a playground; using any crevices or latches to pull yourself up.
So basically, the Jeep is a mobile playground to you. It is for me too!
8 and a half years years old.
Exactly a week after turning 8 and a half years old, today was your last day as a 2nd grader.
It’s also been one of those weeks where Mommy and I both noticed individually, and then announced to each other, that you seem bigger all of the sudden.
And I’m sure that is the case. With my birthday being in April, by the time I was 8 and a half years old, I was already a couple of months into my 3rd grade year.
You’ve got a fun summer ahead, including “Zoo Camp” for a week at the Nashville Zoo, as well as our upcoming family vacation in Lake Tahoe and Sacramento next month.
In a few more months, you’ll officially be a 3rd grader. But first, it’s time to have some fun summer adventures!
I’m not sure how much of your life as a 3 year-old that you will go on to remember the rest of your life, but I can tell you: These are the sweet days.
Everything you do is just so cute. So sweet.
Last weekend as our family was riding in our Jeep down a road where you saw cows out in the field, you announced, “It’s moo cows!”
Mommy and I looked at each other and said, “That’s sweet!”
A few seconds later, you looked out and saw a very small pond, then announced, “Water!”
Mommy I looked at each again, and with a little hesitation this time, laughed and still said, “That’s sweet!”.
That’s the moment we officially realized that these are the days when everything you do is just so sweet.
And since you’re not likely to remember most of what you’re experiencing now as a 3 year-old, with these pictures and stories I share each week, I am doing my best in real time to help you remember, years from now.
You and your brother have this habit after dinner of lazily laying around on the carpet, as you both sort of roll around on each other.
Or maybe it’s more like you are using each other as a pillow.
You even has this habit of putting your feet right in his face, as if you’re trying to use your toes to pick his nose!
But he is never are bothered by this.
Instead, the two of you begin laughing so loud by how silly it is.
Sometimes, you just have to be silly and lazy at the same time as your brother.