I feel like just yesterday I was showing off my brand new baby and recounting the story of his birth and writing about how when I was pregnant with him I really wanted him to be a girl and then finally celebrating our goodbye to the terrible twos as he turned three years old.
Tomorrow I get the privilege of watching my boy make the leap from three to four.
This isn’t going to be a post about how I can’t believe how big he’s getting or how I miss having a baby in the house. It’s simply a congratulations.
For surviving him.
Yesterday I found adult scissors and a gaggle of candy wrappers hidden in a corner in the living room. The day before that my husband found our pet mice running free in the bedroom…Kainoa the Liberator.
My child cannot concern himself with rules and/or expectations.
He is intent only on finding the joy in everything he does. I have not seen a three year old captivate an audience of six and seven year olds the way my son does with his sisters. He leaves them in stitches of laughter daily.
You’re four years old now Kainoa.
You are beautiful and bright and sweet and intelligent and if the planet was filled with only four year old boys you would be the best one.
You are bigger and faster than nearly all of your cousins.
By my assessment you should be dunking the basketball in approximately four more years.
Keep up the good work son…and hey…leave my candy stashes ALONE!