This is really important. Ben is already a month into his 4th year, and I have yet to do his bye-bye birthday post. The milestone post for all the great little stuff he does.
Partly I was waiting to take him for his check-up so that I would know his height and weight and stuff. Well, that would've come sooner than later if I'd actually made it to his doctor's appointment, but it completely slipped my mind. And yes, I have an excuse. I made his appointment on the Tuesday after his birthday. That I knew. I even wrote it on my calendar. What I wasn't anticipating was, the kids had that Monday off from school, and we played and had fun and then we got up the next morning and rushed off to what I thought was a Monday morning. But here now it was Tuesday. But I don't look at the calendar on Mondays, cause honestly, who schedules anything on a Monday? Way way way too busy for anything firm. So I didn't check the calendar cause I was on auto-pilot-Monday. It wasn't until 11 that I realized it was Tuesday, and as I was on the road and without my calendar, so I had to call the office to see if I had an appointment, and yes-indeed-I-did-and-it-was-at-10-and-yes, it was clear that my name was permanently inscribed on the bad list.
Anyway we rescheduled. Ben was extremely put-out with his vaccinations, and I mean really angry at the world, for like, a whole day. I didn't write down his weight or height and I've now completely forgotten them. I do know that he made it into the 75th percentile for both height and weight, and I would call and get the exact numbers, but, like I said, I'm on the bad list and waiting that out a bit. Ben is still crazy-infatuated with his doctor and goes up and says hello to him every Sunday at church. He even has a sweatshirt that reminds him of his doctor that he has appropriately named his "doctor sweatshirt." I think it is brilliant that doctors don't administer the shots themselves.
Other things I love about my four-year-old Ben:
He still has great round collagen cheeks that he lets me kiss on whenever I like and however many times as I possibly can.
He sleeps at least two hours every afternoon. I almost always have to wake him up!
He loves the wind in his hair. He likes me to roll his window down so he can hang out of it (literally, to where my heart is racing), and he says, "He-lllooo wind! Come on in!" and one time when we drove past a jogger, he laughs and points at him and yells, "Ha ha! We're beating you!!!"
He plays basketball really well. Seriously. It's like he knew we were gonna make him.
He loves puzzles.
He still remembers to ask me for a snuggle. It's occasional, and much less than before, but sometimes.
He loves kid-care at the gym. He is the main motivator for getting me there most of the time.
He will eat pretty much anything. Which is really unusual for a child of mine. But he doesn't like pears. Don't even ask him. He will also finish his entire plate every night and never ask for more. Not more, not less. Just whatever I gave him and then off he goes.
He insists on dressing himself, and because he is my fourth, I let him.
His little pull-ups are getting drier every night. I told him he'd get a sticker for every one that was dry and that totally made.his.day.
He's an angel when he's alone with me, and a total fighter when surrounded by siblings.
He's my baby, and I'm gonna take full advantage until he's old enough to use scissors sharp enough to cut his own apron-strings.
What's not to love?
