Reese is FOUR today! Can you believe it? There is something very big about the second child growing out of the baby years and becoming a big kid, which seems to be what the oft-painful transition from three to four is all about.
In the last couple of months, he has really been seeming four. He's showing so much voluntary compassion and helpfulness. He also beat me to the potty-training punch and asked for underwear the afternoon of his last day of school. I had been planning on taking a much firmer stance about it this summer and enforcing lots of naked time until he got it, so that by the time school came around again, no more diapers. Well, he got it on his own! Two weeks in underwear, of his own accord, and he's so proud of it! (Such a shot in the arm for my own "all in due time, when they're ready" mantra. Sometimes I lose my way and stop believing it for a second, and the kids bring me back to it every time.)
He's outgrowing a bedtime song, and asks not to have one 6 nights out of 7, most of the time. But on the up side, he asks for cuddling more than ever before. Morning snuggles, back scratches, stroking his hair at bedtime. He also loves to give affection in those ways. Four is so sweet!
A week or two ago he spelled his name. Griff picked up on the importance of this and remarked on it, congratulating his brother. They seem like buddies more and more of the time, really great playmates and collaborators. I love the way they've developing of making plans and working together on something.
This morning, I had planned a special pancake breakfast for him, but he declined and asked for toast. His day, his pick. He, Dan, and Xander went out while Griff and I tidied up the house, wrapped presents, and baked cupcakes. My brother Kyle called this morning looking for some company for Brody (who asked to see cousins!) and joined us and my parents for gift unwrapping, a trip to Reese's favorite deli for lunch, and dessert in the back yard. Reese requested "no singing and no candles," so we saluted him instead. (Of course, by that time he was burned out from the day, melted down, and enjoyed his cupcake inside with just daddy.) More cousin time outside while Dan and I met with our realtor (more on that later) and then time for bedtime with a new book. His favorite moments: cupcakes and a remote control tarantula courtesy of Mom-Mom and Pop-Pop. Everybody declared the day a success.
Scenes from the day: