Ah, 4 year olds are charming and cute and annoying and devious. And if they weren't so cute, we'd sell them off to the yak herders or Gypsies (whoever offered the better deal) long before they turned 4.
I've got one coming up on his fourth birthday in six weeks, and have had seven others turn four before him. Oh, the stories! But now that I'm over 45, I've got a huge case of brain-fade and have forgotten so much of them!
But I look at my 20 year old (and none of my kids, so far, have been obnoxious teens. A bit ornary, but not obnoxious) and I see a bright, lovely young woman with years ahead of her. I constantly delve into my fading memory straining to remember all of her antics as a gorgeous squealing chubby little thing--- like trying to drag the cats around by the head and wondering why they run away from her all the time, and how every wall in the house had her 'artwork' on it at some point. All my fits and snits and angery rants which seem so silly now looking back.
And I cry a little, sometimes.
Then this young son cuts half the skin of two of his little fat fingers playing with a utility knife he's sneaked out of the garage....and.....
I've got one coming up on his fourth birthday in six weeks, and have had seven others turn four before him. Oh, the stories! But now that I'm over 45, I've got a huge case of brain-fade and have forgotten so much of them!
But I look at my 20 year old (and none of my kids, so far, have been obnoxious teens. A bit ornary, but not obnoxious) and I see a bright, lovely young woman with years ahead of her. I constantly delve into my fading memory straining to remember all of her antics as a gorgeous squealing chubby little thing--- like trying to drag the cats around by the head and wondering why they run away from her all the time, and how every wall in the house had her 'artwork' on it at some point. All my fits and snits and angery rants which seem so silly now looking back.
And I cry a little, sometimes.
Then this young son cuts half the skin of two of his little fat fingers playing with a utility knife he's sneaked out of the garage....and.....