Since he could talk he has had a certain Independence about him. "I do it". I loved it when his little voice would say those words. Even though he sometimes had no clue what he was doing. Or he wanted to lend a helping hand with me, I have always admired that he was a hands on learner . Now that he is 4 he really doesn't need much help getting dressed. I still stay present just in case he needs my help. "I do it all by myself" are the words he says now. It makes me a little sad that he doesn't need me for everything now. "I'm hungry" are words I hear alot from him. So I tell him find something to eat and I will help you make it. I let him put the snack ideas together. He can open the fridge. He can open the pantry. So he can grab whatever his little heart desires. Here he is with minimal help from me making a peanut butter sandwich. "Watch me mom" are the words I hear when he does something a...
My computer crashed back at the end of February. I got it fixed about 2 days ago. So lets just say...We have some catching up to do. I don't have a baby anymore. I don't have an infant. I have a toddler. I have NO idea when that happened, but it did. He loves the guitar and plays it as often as he can. He gives daddy a lesson or two here and there.
He met the Easter Bunny back in March and was NOT impressed. It was an NICU Easter Egg hunt and well lets just say.......he hunted eggs played all the games....waved at the bunny from a far....but would not get close to it....too cute!
He can eat off a plate with out the desire to dump it. He eats with silverware (assisted of course) and he just is..a big boy...a big boy without the bib and a mommy that feeds him every.single.bite. This has saddened me. I have since gotten over it because it allows me to eat a hot meal.
Although blurry i was O so excited about this. 2days ago i showed him where his dirty clothes go. Here he is "scooting" it out to the laundry room for me. You're welcome ladies...he will make a fine hubby one day!
He made his first piece of art work today. And he was proud. I was proud. Until he decided the crayons needed to be thrown at the cat. But none the less i have my first piece of work i can frame and start my art gallery.
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