Today Zane is four.
One day he was my lovable pain in the ass child who climbed too much and the next he is a Voltron loving, bike riding, tv demanding, boy, WHO GOES TO PRESCHOOL.
Preschool has been awesome. Zane loves it, and we like what Zane’s coming home with (usually a nap, a couple hours of physical activity, stories about his friends, and a self satisfaction of mastering whatever lesson was on the board for the day.)
He knows his letters, upper and lower case.
He can write his first and last name, with an example to copy, but still.
He knows what month it is, and has since October.
He can count to 47 before getting bored and changing the subject, and he only skips fifteen every other time.
When he was a baby it seemed like every time you blinked there was a different kid in front of you. Ferris is still in that holy-crap-how-did-you-grow-two-inches-last-night and where-the-heck-did-your-baby-nose-go phase. But with Zane the changes are much more subtle. You don’t really notice them, but one day you realize you’ve got a kid who can put his own clothes away, and helps to empty the dishwasher. He doesn’t need extra clothes when we go out, and while I’m still checking his work, he wipes his own butt.
He is amazing. And so BIG.
And a really cool person to hangout with.
I’m glad I get to do it for the rest of my life.
Happy Birthday to my Goose. I love you more and more each day.
Four freaking years old.
One day he was my lovable pain in the ass child who climbed too much and the next he is a Voltron loving, bike riding, tv demanding, boy, WHO GOES TO PRESCHOOL.
Preschool has been awesome. Zane loves it, and we like what Zane’s coming home with (usually a nap, a couple hours of physical activity, stories about his friends, and a self satisfaction of mastering whatever lesson was on the board for the day.)
He knows his letters, upper and lower case.
He can write his first and last name, with an example to copy, but still.
He knows what month it is, and has since October.
He can count to 47 before getting bored and changing the subject, and he only skips fifteen every other time.
When he was a baby it seemed like every time you blinked there was a different kid in front of you. Ferris is still in that holy-crap-how-did-you-grow-two-inches-last-night and where-the-heck-did-your-baby-nose-go phase. But with Zane the changes are much more subtle. You don’t really notice them, but one day you realize you’ve got a kid who can put his own clothes away, and helps to empty the dishwasher. He doesn’t need extra clothes when we go out, and while I’m still checking his work, he wipes his own butt.
He is amazing. And so BIG.
And a really cool person to hangout with.
I’m glad I get to do it for the rest of my life.
Happy Birthday to my Goose. I love you more and more each day.
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