I love Liam at 4. It has been my favorite age for him so far. I loved Mad at 2, but there’s just something about 4 year old boys that has made that age a favorite for me with both of my boys. They’ll just stay 4 in my mind forever thankyouverymuch. It’s bitter sweet because every day that passes, I won’t get back since he is my last baby and every day is so so sweet. Child rearing up until this point has been a lot about survival since my kids are just under 2 years apart. Now I have 2 in school and I am really enjoying the one on one time with my little guy. He spent a lot of time just keeping up and maintaining a low profile so I feel like now is his time to become Liam in all his freckled green eyed glory. My husband and I are both having so much fun with him and this year he has learned to write letters, ride a bike, maintain a garden, catch rolly pollys, kick a soccer ball with insane precision, hunt at thrift stores, go ALL THE WAY across the monkey bars, make popsicles, and knead pizza dough. He loves being wherever we are and whenever I’m digging in the garden, he’s got his hands in the dirt. Whenever I’m in the kitchen, there’s the tell tale sound of him pushing a chair across the floor so he can be at counter height. He asks a million crazy questions and gives the best kisses. He draws the world’s most adorable guinea pigs riding skateboards and running in their wheels. He dreams of the day he can have as many Legos as James and asks me every day when he’s going to be big. I tell him never. He’s not allowed.
“Hey mom! Do I look like a guinea pig?”