That's probably the best compliment I could ever get.
Friday, April 17, 2015
"Mummy I love your dress."
"You look like a Rocket Ship!"
That's probably the best compliment I could ever get.
That's probably the best compliment I could ever get.
Rowan is 4
Ro turned 4 over the weekend. I'm having trouble wrapping my head around that. I'm not sure I can even write one post that encompasses all of him. He's so much bigger on the inside.
Some of his favorite things ...
He loves pasta a meatballs, bread, bananas and pears and strawberries. Cereal, hummus, peanut butter and jelly, and blueberry muffins. He's recently discovered sliced turkey sandwiches. For a while raisins counted as an after-dinner treat (before reverting back to cookies).
His favorite books are Madeline's Rescue, Go Dog Go, and his Bob Books from the library. He knows his letters and can sound out words. He likes to ask how to spell things so he can write them down.
He likes Legos (especially ones with instructions, which need to be followed exactly the same way every time), drawing and painting, and Mr. Potato Head. He can ride a balance bike and is almost ready for pedals.
He loves preschool. His teacher is Sarah, and his best friend is Dylan. He also loves Gigi, Eleanor, Adriana, Kiera, Jackson, and Emmet from school, and Vera from across the street.
Trick or treating with Dylan
Vera
He loves Blue's Clues (still) and playing with the calculator on his phone.
He likes asking hard questions over breakfast, like why subways are underground, how babies come out of vaginae, and what the phrase "watery grave" means.
He starts the night in his bed but still comes into to Mummy-Daddy Room at some point in the night to sleep on the floor. He gets snuggles in bed with us before it's time to get up. Naps at home don't really happen anymore, so we've instituted "quiet time" upstairs on weekend afternoons after lunch (mostly so mom and dad can get a break).
He doesn't like movies with Bad Guys and too much chasing. He doesn't like getting in trouble or admitting he did something wrong. He doesn't like with other people are having a conversation without him. He doesn't like when things don't go his way.
He likes to change the subject when talking about something uncomfortable. He'd rather be goofy.
He tells me he loves me every day.
Until next year ...
Some of his favorite things ...
He loves pasta a meatballs, bread, bananas and pears and strawberries. Cereal, hummus, peanut butter and jelly, and blueberry muffins. He's recently discovered sliced turkey sandwiches. For a while raisins counted as an after-dinner treat (before reverting back to cookies).
His favorite books are Madeline's Rescue, Go Dog Go, and his Bob Books from the library. He knows his letters and can sound out words. He likes to ask how to spell things so he can write them down.
He likes Legos (especially ones with instructions, which need to be followed exactly the same way every time), drawing and painting, and Mr. Potato Head. He can ride a balance bike and is almost ready for pedals.
He loves preschool. His teacher is Sarah, and his best friend is Dylan. He also loves Gigi, Eleanor, Adriana, Kiera, Jackson, and Emmet from school, and Vera from across the street.
Trick or treating with Dylan
Vera
He loves Blue's Clues (still) and playing with the calculator on his phone.
He likes asking hard questions over breakfast, like why subways are underground, how babies come out of vaginae, and what the phrase "watery grave" means.
He starts the night in his bed but still comes into to Mummy-Daddy Room at some point in the night to sleep on the floor. He gets snuggles in bed with us before it's time to get up. Naps at home don't really happen anymore, so we've instituted "quiet time" upstairs on weekend afternoons after lunch (mostly so mom and dad can get a break).
He doesn't like movies with Bad Guys and too much chasing. He doesn't like getting in trouble or admitting he did something wrong. He doesn't like with other people are having a conversation without him. He doesn't like when things don't go his way.
He likes to change the subject when talking about something uncomfortable. He'd rather be goofy.
He tells me he loves me every day.
Until next year ...
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