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.
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.
8 years, 5 months.
This past weekend we celebrated your sister’s birthday at the rec center near our house. You weren’t too excited by the idea of a gymnastics lesson with a bunch of 3 year-old girls.
Instead, you appointed yourself as the court jester of the party.
You discovered that you could successfully wear 5 pink birthday party hats all at once.
Looking back on every photo I took of you during her party, I realize there wasn’t one normal picture of you.
Every single photo is of you showing off your ability to wear all those party hats.
But if that means I was able to capture some shots of you actually being you at this age, I’d rather have that anyway!
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.
8 years, 5 months.
A week ago for your sister’s birthday, you asked her if she wanted help opening her presents from Mommy and me. She accepted your offer, without hesitation.
You were genuinely happy for her for each new gift she opened.
Granted, I don’t believe there were any toys that you would even be interested in playing with.
You just wanted to do your part in helping your celebrate her 3rd birthday.
And you definitely did help make her big day feel that much more special, because you were right there next to her during the whole thing.
8 years, 5 months.
Perhaps it was a perfect coincidence that as you were preparing your class presentation for the following week, there happen to be a perfectly windy and rainy Sunday afternoon.
You wanted to take your kite out in the perfect environment, but neither Mommy nor I wanted to go outside and get wet with you.
So I suggested a compromise:
You got to go outside and fly your kite in the field behind our house, while I supervised from your bedroom window overlooking the scene.
Granted, it didn’t take too long before the wind caused the string for your kite to catch itself in a knot that was impossible to untie.
But at least you were able to feel like a boy who was getting to break the rules in some way.