Aliens have abducted my sweet little boy and replaced him with a....a...A 4 year old! Aaaaaahhhhh!
I should have seen it coming when Sawyer started repeating whatever we said, insisting on posing like Shrek in every photo, and creating an elaborate make-pretend game at every possible opportunity.
The upswing is that he is actually eating now. The kid can put some food away. He can make very short work of a bowl of oatmeal, a hot dog WITH a bun and corn on or off the cob. He's at 35 pounds and counting and he's walking around in some big 'ol feet too.
I've been saying for years that it's not the "terrible two's" it's the "terrible fours" and apparently, that holds true for my kid too. I know what to expect. I've been teaching 4 year olds for 10 years! And I know I've seen the most challenging behaviors out there. In fact, rumor has it that some of the really challenging kids were put into my class because of my ability to "handle them". I know I am qualified for this job. But how come tonight I dragged my son to the car at Maple View Farms kicking and screaming (with Eliza on the other hip) when he refused to leave even after a 5 minute warning?! Aliens, I tell you.
4 will surely bring some pleasant surprises and achievements. I look forward to Sawyer perfecting his name writing, learning to pump, pedal a bike with control and precision and continue to make friends. And for now I'll be patient. I should be thankful that he still crawls into bed with me every morning, is kind and (usually) gentile, and will let me smooch him. But he's a full-fledged little boy now, scrapes, stinky feet and all. I love that kid, but sometimes I wish had a few more moments with the innocence of his first 3 years.
Enjoying every single day...
Hallie
