Cub,
You are my “just one more” child. One more show on the computer, or at Grandma’s/Auntie Erin’s, one more piece of candy, one more bite of my food, one more minute, one more toy, one more hug, one more story, one more….. Some days this makes me crazy. I say, “enough is enough” to which you usually reply, “it’s never enough!” You have stunning vocabulary and communication skills. My recent favorites have been, “Mom, do you know where my breathing apparatus is?” – “Don’t worry Camden, Santa’s suit is fire retardant.” – to easy your brother’s fear of Santa igniting on his way down the chimney. - “Seriously, let’s get to the next exhibit.” – when you got bored at the zoo. “When we get a house can it not have neighbors down stairs?” – Which broke my heart because you have to be quiet due to the noise sensitive neighbors. My personal favorite happens to be anything that you starts with, “Well, ACTUALLY…..” as you try to talk your way into something.
I just can’t believe how grown up you sound every day. You are loving school, and were disappointed I kept you home today because of your cough. You know 16 of your letters, and have a little trouble with the ones that sound the same, D, G, P for example F, J, K, L, N, U AND Y also had you stumped today. I refuse to compare you to other kids at your age, you excel in vocabulary, concepts, imagination, coordination, and I know that your letters and reading will come with time. At the start of this year I am pretty sure you knew the letters C, A, R, and S by site so considering you have quadrupled that I am very proud.
You are so very affectionate, you rub my back from time to time, snuggle like crazy, always climb in my lap for story time. Hugs and kisses every time we leave, you love Gram and Papa, Auntie Erin, Uncle Matt and Baby Oliver. . . his parents too. The list goes on and on, you will hug and kiss everyone.
Carter, you are definitely the leader, which comes with being the older brother I assume. After all, I am the older sister and I remember Auntie Erin being my shadow too. You “boss” your brother to no end. “We are playing fireman. Now stop, we are playing a game, no now stop we are going on an adventure, now tie this, stop that, go here, dance!” Cam must feel like a puppet, you never do it to be mean, so I am reluctant to use the word “bossy”, you just want your brother to play with you and be near.
You love to be tickled, don’t prefer wrestling to Camden’s chagrin, and you don’t seem to have any favorite meals lately. In fact, eating is more of a chore for you than not. “I’m done” is often heard about 4 seconds after prayer. You do like edamame, and toast with jam. Steak, mashed potatoes and certain vegetables make you gag. You just cannot swallow them so I don’t force it. You also still suffer from reflux but limiting dairy helps a lot. A simple cough can turn into throwing up which you just look at me with your doey eyes and say, “Mom, I am throwing up now, okay?” You don’t even cry, just puke, wash your face, rinse your mouth, and go play. So TOUGH you are! You do love chocolate which you get from your Daddy. A single piece of chocolate can change your whole day. “Tastes like heaven.” you say. Funny, because MY heaven on earth is your laugh, your smile, your cute ears. Your constant hug and kisses. Your, “I missed you mom!” when you find that I am home after a night at work.
