I know how the days are spent and still I must wonder where the years go.
Sprout is four! How can I sum up such a child? She is curious and observant; thoughtful and meticulous. She can do so many things. She greatly enjoys being helpful. She is imaginative, playful, and cuddly when she is drowsy.
As I did last year, I asked her some fun survey questions. Here are some of her answers:
- What is your favorite color? “Pink, red, blue, and orange.”
- What is your favorite movie? Pooh’s Grand Adventure
- What is your favorite song? “‘Twinkle, Twinkle,’ ‘Jesus Loves Me,’ and ‘Oh! Victory in Jesus'”
- What is your favorite food? “Peanut butter jelly sandwiches and noodles!”
- What is your favorite drink? “Juice.”
- What is your favorite snack? “Yogurt.”
- What are your favorite clothes to wear? “My butterfly shirt and this (brown floral) dress.”
- What is your favorite toy? “All my new toys.”
- What is your favorite thing to do outside? “Swing.”
- Where is your favorite place to go? “Not a doctor. The orange place (Home Depot). Restaurants.”
- What is the yuckiest food? “Broccoli and carrots.”
- What do you want to be or do when you grow up? “Ten years old! A man. I will jump really, really, super high!”
- What did you used to do when you were little? “Just cry.”
- Now that you are 4, what can you do that you couldn’t do when you were just 3? “I can jump really, super high.”
Every time a child of mine passes their birthday, I wonder… where did the year go? Now that I have two children, I ask myself that same question twice a year. And it seems the year passes twice as quickly, now.
At any rate, THIS young man is two years old today.
I frequently say, he is such a boy. He gets dirty, he is loud (even when he whispers!), and he can be mischievous.
But he is also very sweet, adores his big sister (but his mama even more), and is a smiling, giggling boy most of the time.
He likes to play rough,
and eat. He really, really likes to eat.
I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday…
… and I’m filled with joy to be his mama! Happy birthday, son!
Jelly Bean (JB for short, on the Internet) is ONE year old. Wow! another year of wild emotions, tears of defeat and laughter, joy, complete exhaustion, and overwhelming love.
He surprises me all of the time. He laughs and smiles all day, excepting the times he is being naughty or has an “oopsy daisy.” He wants his mother first and foremost, but is finally learning to be content in the lap of another. He wants to be bigger and faster like his sister. He adores her. Anything she does astounds and fascinates him, and he wants to be involved in all of her play (even against her wishes).
Pictures describe him better than words ever could.
This is his being silly face:
And here is his “what’s that?” face:
This is his eating face:
And his “sister, push me faster!” face:
This is his after-nap-crying face:
And his chose-not-to-nap face:
This is his favorite place where he makes his most curious face of all:
He is fun and squishy, soft and lovable, hug-and-kiss-able, and all things wonderful. And I love him all of the time.
Happy birthday, son.
A certain little boy turns one year old this week and had his party over the weekend. I have no idea what inspired me to make blocks for him, but this is the result.
Started – September 8
Completed – October 4
Duration – 26 days = 3.7 weeks
I worked on this in spurts. I don’t know how many actual labor hours went into them.
Improvised by me
I just made these up, which is why they aren’t perfect cubes. 😉 I accidentally made the letters 2 stitches taller than they are wide, so the sides are rectangles. Ah, well; they are still cute.
Also, it took a lot of time deciding how to stitch them together so that his name could be made. And also his sister’s name. And our last name. But I managed to figure that out, too.
Red Heart Super Saver Solids
Slobber-able. Chew-able. Washable. Ideal for blocks for a one-year-old.
birthday basket o’blocks
patterned tops & bottoms
If I were a twinkling star shining cheerfully in the ebony night sky, you would be a comet shooting past in a fiery fury.
If I were a bowl of simple savory chicken noodle soup, you would be a give-the-sniffles spicy curry.
If I were a stream winding through a quiet forest, you would be waves breaking on a rocky shore.
If I were a romantic drama with a predictable fairy tale ending, you would be a suspenseful thriller with a plot twist and cliff-hanger right at the end.
We are opposite in many ways. We approach life differently. Me: cautious, hesitating, nervous, withdrawn. You: bold, fearless, excited, outgoing. In recent years, I have come to appreciate your perspective and value your advice. I can depend on you being there, always at the ready, to advise or just listen.
I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you, how proud I am to call you my big sister, how special it feels to be right up there at the top of your list. We haven’t always gotten along. I regret the time we wasted bickering. But now, I look forward to as many more decades as God gives us with you as my confidant, my friend, my sister.