Sunday, June 10, 2012
He comes over to cuddle with me, then pokes at my eyelids, pulls my lips apart and squeezes my cheeks. He tries to lick my face, pushes my nose in, then merrily sings me a made-up song that goes, "My mommy, my mommy, I love-love-love my special mommy, google-plex, google-plex times!!"
Every time he says something it comes out yelling:
"I DO NOT WANT LENTILS!"
"KEIKI-LAND IS NOT FUN AT ALL!"
"I NEVER WASHED MY ARMPITS FOR A LONG, LONG TIME!"
"THIS IS NOT BE POSSIBLE!"
"GEEZ, I"M TOO TIRED FOR THIS!!"
"I LOVE LITTLE WORMIES!"
He smells like sweet bread and flowers. He dances wildly, giggles fiercely, and runs most everywhere he goes. When I ask him to answer the joke,"What do you get when you cross a sheep and a banana?" he answers,"The chicken turns around and eats it off it's butt." Then he laughs non-stop until we all fall on the floor laughing just because he's laughing so hard, not because "a chicken eats it off it's butt" is even funny, but because he thinks it is. (real answer: a baaaaa-nana)
He doesn't want to do everything his Mama asks, and gets mad easily when something is too hard for him. His face turns red, and he yells,"I can't even do this!!,"
Though he wants to do most things by himself. He loves to dress himself, carefully picking out his own outfits. One day it's most important to wear shorts with buttons, another day it's shorts with string. Although he doesn't care much for night-time potty training-(he might be in sleep-diapers til he's 18.)
He loves his Mama and his Papa very much, and asks for each of us specifically at different, crucial times. He needs Mama to say nighttime prayers with him, he needs Papa to read the scriptures, he needs Mama to click his seat-belt, he needs Papa to heat his food, he needs Mama to tuck him in bed, he needs Papa to play outside.
He needs to kiss everyone 2 times on the lips before bed. If anyone leaves the house he needs to hug them tightly and say,"I love you, goodbye, be safe, have fun!" (Which has now become a family tradition.)
He adores his big brother.
He is the middle child, sometimes ignored and overlooked to make way for the baby, but always resilient. His parents try hard to make sure he knows just how special he is, and that his four year old needs are so important, too!
Collecting sea-glass, playing board games, coloring pictures, jumping off furniture, dancing crazy, checking for eggs, making sand-castles (then destroying them), doing mazes, making up songs and new noises, being loud, breaking sticks, and kissing his family--this is the world of four!
We love our little, four year old Odin.
We love him google-plex, google-plex times!