He has such a sweet and open heart. He'll do you favors, pick up his brother's dropped milk cup, "help" make coffee, and herd his brother away from open gates and stairs. He's not always so gentle in the doing, but his heart is almost always in the right place. I'm beginning to see the start of a great friendship between him and his brother. I'm afraid they're going gang up on me ... but at least they keep each other entertained for a few minutes every day now.
Gummy Bear is tall and thin. At his physical yesterday, he was 42 inches tall and weighed 40 pounds. That puts him in the 90th percentile for height and the 75th for weight. How we got a tall, slender kid I'll never know. I'm also hoping he keeps those gorgeous blond curls. He looks like an angel, even if there's some devilment in his eyes.
Gummy Bear is what I'll lovingly call independent. We butt heads a fair amount, but we're starting to learn the give and take that makes life peaceful. And if he wears the same pair of shoes everyday and insists on putting the toothpaste on his own toothbrush? So be it. I'm learning to pick my battles.
I'm so proud of my big man. I'm so proud to be his mommy. I love you, Gummy Bear.
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T, You are the 1st grandchild to all but one of your grandparents. (how many kids have 8 grandparents?) We don't love you more than the others, but you will always be first! I am so glad God gave you to all of us. You are a great blessing.
I love this age when the important numbers all start with 4! I used to see the same thing with my 4 year olds at work. Oh, and my word verification is "momplog" hmmm.
momplog? This sounds like a word I may need to make a definition for.
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