Daddy often asks me, “If someone asked you to describe the boys, how would you describe each?” I always answer this question the same way when describing you. You are such a tender-hearted, caring, patient soul. It may seem bizarre to give these labels to a baby, the self-centered beings of the world, but you are different. I have countless examples that I could share but your actions a few nights ago describe your nature perfectly.
You were playing with a ball when Nolan took it from you. He ran away with the ball and daddy insisted that he give it back to you. After much prodding, Daddy took the ball, giving it back to you. Nolan was very upset over the situation. After one toss of the ball you walked over and gave the ball right back to Nolan. You would much rather have him be happy that to have the ball yourself. You seem to put others feelings first and always want your brothers, especially, to be happy.
You are a lover. You love to cuddle and to hug. And you love your thumb!
You love your monkey that we bought before you were born. You love all shoes, but especially these rain boots. You LOVE, love, love balls! You have a natural shot and can actually make a basket already. I recently moved the basketball hoop inside for you. You patiently tried over and over again, backing further and further up until you found the perfect spot, concentrated so hard and made shot after shot! You had some misses but the joy and pride on your face after each basket was awesome.
You would much rather do something physical, (jump, climb, dance, play ball, wrestle) than sit and play with cars or trains or anything similar.
And although you enjoy more physical type things, you are so clumsy! As I type this, you are sound asleep upstairs with countless bruises on your legs, back, a scratch on your forehead and 2 skinned knees (from the day you escaped out the door in nothing but a diaper running as fast as you could but tripped landing directly on both knees on the cement).
Speaking of escaping, I have to mention that for as loving and caring as you are most of the time, you are still a little stinker!
- You still find the need to throw your food, cup, spoon, toothbrush (actually anything) when you are done with it. And when I ask you to stop or tell you “no,” you just laugh. (I guess I’ll chalk that up to the love of balls, but I’ll be thrilled when you decide to stop).
- You tear down the blinds for no other reason than because you know you aren’t suppose to, and oh you laugh then too. (I’ll be thrilled when we replace these with ones that don’t fall off the track or whenever you’d like to stop pulling on them)
- You despise getting dressed or getting your diaper changed and fight it each and every time (I just might be a tad bit thrilled when you decide to stop this too :))
What I won’t be thrilled with is when you stop waving and saying “Buhye, Buyhe” each and every bedtime when I leave the room. Nor will I be thrilled when you stop running to join me in bed for a few extra minutes of snuggle time every Saturday and Sunday morning while Daddy, Ricky and Nolan are already busy starting the day. I’ll actually be heartbroken, so let’s continue these for a long, long time.
I love you. Love,