A Little Boy Lives Here

And just like that, my baby boy is no longer a baby. Yes, I know he is over four and I shouldn't really be calling him a baby anyway, but in these last 2 weeks, it seems he has grown so much and is so much older.

It all started with giving up his nap. After I cried for 3 days over this (it is really hard to give up whatever "alone" time I had each day), I have grown to accept it. We now use that time for some quiet time and then time for the two of us do things we are unable to do when Aubrey is awake. We practice writing letters, draw pictures of people that now have arms and legs and he likes to help clean. In this same time period, he has decided that peanut butter and jelly sandwiches should be eaten for every meal. How little boy is that?

He was a pirate for Halloween. He did a clinic at a local store and built a pirate ship with daddy this weekend. He used a hammer!

He has developed the habit of wearing a dishcloth clothes-pinned around his neck for the better part of the day pretending to be various characters. Gaston, from Beauty and the Beast, The Beast, and today, he was Superman. Never mind he has never actually seen Superman and the only concept he has of him is that he flies. He was running around the house, showing his muscles and asking daddy to make him fly. This morning we had to convince him to take my lovely blue and white gingham dish towel off and leave it in the car during church. He yells "Go! Go! Get him!" at the tv no matter what football game is on. He drives his bicycle around the house in circles as fast as he can, giggling wildly as he fishtales in the kitchen.

He is a boy, hear him roar. (But he is still sleeping in footie pajamas tonight!)