This week you turned four years old. You told Dada that you didn’t want to go to sleep the night before your birthday because you wanted to feel yourself turn four because, “pop!,” you would be four. You did fall asleep, but you did for sure turn four. We had Puffins for breakfast, pizza for dinner and bunny cake for dessert. You wanted to play outside and you took a nap (because, well, sometimes turning four is hard and you get cranky). Man, you have been kind of cranky this week, and I have not really enjoyed it. Maybe you need a full week of being four to work out all the kinks.
Kiddo, you drive me nuts. You are non stop all the time. It is exhausting, endearing and, honestly, annoying all at the same time. It is one of my favorite qualities about you, you are always, always on the go. But man, you really don’t stop, ever. You have two very tired parents. You talk ALL the TIME! Most times, you ask a question, or say my name to get my attention but never give anyone time to respond before you are repeating yourself. You are a terrible interrupter, well, let me rephrase that, you are super excellent at interrupting. I hope you continue to be on the go, but maybe more independently so Mama can hear herself thing once and awhile, okay?
Rory, you have the best imagination. I remember your older brothers at this age, and I really do love this age- you have an amazing ability to say the most ridiculous things. This quality really saves you, in the midst of being ready to pull out my hair, yell, cry (whatever it may be)- you swing in with something that makes me double over in laughter. I love this.
You love to read. I wish I had time to read to you more. I very much enjoy snuggling on the couch with you (yes, you interrupt while ready too, it is part of the deal. You have things to point out and questions to ask).
You love being outside. You got a water table for your birthday and you have been out there nonstop. To say it was a hit would be a bit of an understatement.
You want to do school work every day, just like your brothers. You get upset when I don’t have anything prepared for you.
You have started recognizing letters and numbers more and more. At the start of the year you knew “R’s,” but now you know most of the alphabet. Colors are a bit tricky though. It is funny, each boy I have wondered if they are color blind (it runs in the family), but I do really think you may be. We will see, you will be going to the eye doctor this summer.
You want to play your way, when you want to and everyone had better play along (or then cover there ears, because things get loud). You have BIG ideas and sometimes not the ability to phrase them. You are really good about describing things, even if you forget the name for them. This evening we were brushing your teeth and you were telling me that you wanted to set up that swingy thing (you scrunched up your nose to one side when you asked what the swingy thing was called) tomorrow. I asked if it was the hammock you were talking about and you replied, “Yesssss!”
Just this week I have been able to really see how your brain works. Maybe I am just opening my eyes or maybe things are just started to make sense, but I am able to see why you act out when you do. It is usually out of frustration, and I got that before, but I have been able to see what is working in that smart ol’ brain of yours. It has helped me out this week, especially when we have been ultra whiny and needy. You are such a good, sweet kid, sometimes we just don’t know how to express what we want or to deal with the disappointment when others don’t want to do what you want to do.
You have quite a few friends at co-op. Other younger brothers of kids going to classes. You talk about Jasper, Asher, Gregor and Kovi all the time, referring to them as your “very bestest friends.”
You love your brothers, but want them to do what you want to do. This makes things interesting. You do love their toys and their room. Last weekend you came inside to change after getting wet and I realized you didn’t come out with your brothers. I went upstairs and you were playing in the big boys room, butt naked, happy as a clam. I left you and came back up a half hour later- still happy. I went to put Thacker down for a nap and came back to check on you but couldn’t find you. You ended up being in Bennett’s bed, butt naked, with your animals friends “sleeping.” You played by yourself for over an hour- again, you have one wicked imagination.
You love to tell jokes. They are hilarious and make no sense at the same time.
You sing and love to play your favorite CDs. You make up silly songs and crack yourself up when you are sharing them with others.
You have become a picky eater. Just like your brothers at this age. Just like your brothers…
Rory, our family would not be the same without you. You have given us gray hairs, laughter and a test in patience. You have made me a better mother. You have made me let things go. You have made me want a nap everyday. Gosh kiddo, we love you so. We are so happy to celebrate four years of you. It is going to be a great year.
Happy Birthday Rory-Roo!