Trey's birthday
As of 7:24 this morning, we have a four-year-old in the house.
Blows. My. Mind.
Some days he seems even more grown up than that. And some days he's still my little baby.
This was the first year that Trey could really anticipate his birthday, count down the days, and help with the planning. He basically planned the whole thing.
Go see Cars 2.
Go to the playground.
Eat a turkey sandwich and a cupcake.
All of which we did, and Trey had a great time. He is going through a phase ofhyperactivity wiggly restlessness high-volume speech broadway dramatics great enthusiasm, and he was super-excited over the whole day. It was indeed very good to celebrate the boy.
So what is four-year-old Trey like?
Tall and heavy. Skinny as a rail, solid as a rock. We'll learn official measurements later in the week.
Active. Loves basketball and running open gym with Daddy during the summer. Loves golf - hits the ball then chases it. Loves baseball, and has chosen to skip the tee and just hit line drives at Daddy as he pitches. Runs, swims, jumps, swings, throws, moves.
AND, thanks to Poppop, is learning how to swim! Thanks Poppop!
While we're on that note, I'll mention here that Trey remains positively in love with his grandparents. And his Nene. And the feeling is utterly mutual. Love, love, love.
Creative. Wild ideas, self-narrating songs, elaborate pretend stories, a dictionary full of made up words, silly inventions, funny faces, nonsensical jokes, and one crazy imaginary friend. Never a dull moment.
Learning. The obsession with clocks continues, and this has helped Trey to learn some basic addition and subtraction. He is also reading several words, and has even read an entire stage 1 book, with very little help! Instead of spelling words to ask us what they say, he will sound them out one letter at a time, and often figure out the word. He has shocked us a few times with his reading.
Loves board games, cars, pretend play games, swimming, garden work, helping in the kitchen, making messes, watching movies, and thinking up ways to torment his brother. He is also quite fond of staying up late at night, and not so fond of his daily mandatory rest time.
Wakes with the sun. Swings at lightning bugs with a baseball bat. (Which they prefer, compared to what he would do to them if he caught them.) Cannot go longer than 10 seconds without speaking or singing. Affectionate. Curious. Constantly tests discipline limits, then at the threat of punishment quickly changes his tune.
Shy to the point of isolation. Addicted to routine and resistant to anything new. Concerned with others' feelings. Still allergic to milk and peanuts, as we were recently unpleasantly reminded of. Couldn't find an elephant in the middle of an empty room. Loves marching band music. Prefers to be barefoot outside. Refuses to ride his big-boy bike. Dresses himself.
Amazes us every day.
Trey, the Lord blessed us in so many ways when He sent you. Thank you for being patient as we go through the trial and error of parenting you. Thank you for being such a great helper, challenge, inspiration, and accountability partner to us. Thank you for being a (usually) great big brother. We love you forever, little man!
Blows. My. Mind.
Some days he seems even more grown up than that. And some days he's still my little baby.
This was the first year that Trey could really anticipate his birthday, count down the days, and help with the planning. He basically planned the whole thing.
Go see Cars 2.
Go to the playground.
Eat a turkey sandwich and a cupcake.
All of which we did, and Trey had a great time. He is going through a phase of
So what is four-year-old Trey like?
Tall and heavy. Skinny as a rail, solid as a rock. We'll learn official measurements later in the week.
Active. Loves basketball and running open gym with Daddy during the summer. Loves golf - hits the ball then chases it. Loves baseball, and has chosen to skip the tee and just hit line drives at Daddy as he pitches. Runs, swims, jumps, swings, throws, moves.
AND, thanks to Poppop, is learning how to swim! Thanks Poppop!
While we're on that note, I'll mention here that Trey remains positively in love with his grandparents. And his Nene. And the feeling is utterly mutual. Love, love, love.
Creative. Wild ideas, self-narrating songs, elaborate pretend stories, a dictionary full of made up words, silly inventions, funny faces, nonsensical jokes, and one crazy imaginary friend. Never a dull moment.
Learning. The obsession with clocks continues, and this has helped Trey to learn some basic addition and subtraction. He is also reading several words, and has even read an entire stage 1 book, with very little help! Instead of spelling words to ask us what they say, he will sound them out one letter at a time, and often figure out the word. He has shocked us a few times with his reading.
Loves board games, cars, pretend play games, swimming, garden work, helping in the kitchen, making messes, watching movies, and thinking up ways to torment his brother. He is also quite fond of staying up late at night, and not so fond of his daily mandatory rest time.
Wakes with the sun. Swings at lightning bugs with a baseball bat. (Which they prefer, compared to what he would do to them if he caught them.) Cannot go longer than 10 seconds without speaking or singing. Affectionate. Curious. Constantly tests discipline limits, then at the threat of punishment quickly changes his tune.
Shy to the point of isolation. Addicted to routine and resistant to anything new. Concerned with others' feelings. Still allergic to milk and peanuts, as we were recently unpleasantly reminded of. Couldn't find an elephant in the middle of an empty room. Loves marching band music. Prefers to be barefoot outside. Refuses to ride his big-boy bike. Dresses himself.
Amazes us every day.
Trey, the Lord blessed us in so many ways when He sent you. Thank you for being patient as we go through the trial and error of parenting you. Thank you for being such a great helper, challenge, inspiration, and accountability partner to us. Thank you for being a (usually) great big brother. We love you forever, little man!
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