So I have been talking to Quin a lot lately...all a part of that 'nurture' that I am working on...as a bit of an aside, I remember how frustrating it was for me to be telling my mom something and her to have no clue what I was talking about halfway through the story...so I am trying to listen better to my kids...they make me laugh.
So, back to Q.
I was sitting down with him on my lap today (remember how he was always on my hip or in my arms as a baby? It hasn't changed...at all!) and said I was sad that he was going to be 4 soon. (yes, four!) he looked at me and said 'I'm not sad. I'm glad.' So I asked why and what did he want for his birthday...he rolled his eyes at me. (Yes, he is his father's son ;)) and said 'What I have ahways wanted...a lighter, you know the little kind wif fire inside so I can light candles.'
Yes, it does seem as though I have a mini pyro, doesn't it.
He isn't getting a lighter, in case you were wondering.
He is getting so big.
I love it.
I hate it.
Four is one of my favorite ages and I am sad to think this is the last time I will have it in my house. But, until the end of the month, I have a three year old and I will be enjoying (almost) every minute of it.
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