A couple of weeks ago, on a rainy Friday morning, Jack Henry and I headed out to run a quick errand and then grab a burger at the place of his choice: McDonald’s.
While we were sitting there having lunch, he commented on something being “totawwy wame.” And it hit me: by his next birthday, everyone in our family will likely be able to pronounce all of their letter sounds. And hearing your kid call something “wame” is way cuter than hearing him say “lame.”
He’s 4. FOUR. Four years ago right now (10am as I started writing this), I was willing my contractions, aided by pitocin, to pick up the pace, and 2 hours later, begging for mercy in the form of an anesthesiologist with a giant epidural needle. And by 6pm-ish (I always thought moms were supposed to remember all the tiny details of each birth…time, weight, length, etc…but the fact is, I forget all the time), I was holding the cutest baby in my arms – and easily the roundest and darkest-skinned-and-haired of all our boys.
He loves matchbox cars and playing the Leapster and the Wii. He likes to paint and color and play playdoh and baseball. He’s learning how to write “Henry” as part of his name, and how to do Lite Brite and these awesome mosaics (thanks, Karen and family!) by himself. He is constantly talking, and often coming up with new, funny things.
We had his party yesterday, and of course, had to prep him on appropriate reactions to presents. And he did great on all of them except one from us, which he took one look at and said, “Oh, I didn’t want this,” thinking it was clothes. And wouldn’t you know it, it’s been his favorite gift thus far! It’s a superhero kit with a cape, armbands and a mask, and it’s got his initial on the back.
His reactions to his presents were adorable…here’s a quick glimpse of one:
And a few quick pics:
We’ll round out his actual birthday today with a trip to McAlister’s (his choice) for dinner, and the use of a Living Social deal for frozen yogurt that will otherwise expire this week. I think he’ll say it was a good celebration.