Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Weighing in at a skinny 36 pounds, Mellow the I'm-going-to-be-five-any-day-now Kindergartener just keeps getting more mature. I can see it in his fine motor skills, his concentration, his comprehension, and his speech (or maybe that's just because I got rid of the sippy cups, who knows!?). He's been reading like crazy, although he can recognize all of his letters I'm not convinced his "reading" isn't memorization. He can't wait to play soccer on his daddy's team this fall and practices relentlessly in the backyard.
There are a number of things I want to remember about this time - how he laughs at funny things, how he loves telling knock-knock jokes, how he thinks I'm a playground, how he truly wants to help around the house, how he still doesn't understand that I can't paint his nails for school (it's a THING people, geesh).
I love how he is obsessed with Star Wars, Tom and Jerry, and yogurt. I love how he insists on wearing a pair of blue Converses everywhere that are about two sizes too big. I love how he says, "cost-tyoume" (costume), "bember" (remember), and "swamp" (to both Swiffer and Mop). I love how he picks out his own clothes, the blue stripes matching the blue plaids and don't worry if my socks aren't the same mama nobody sees them. I love how he sticks out his tongue in concentration and still has me draw hearts for his to cut out (only to give back to me as "I'm sorry" gifts).
I can't believe that I'm going to have to worry about missing teeth and midget football and show-n-tell soon. I can't believe I was told on the first day of school, all mama, you don't HAVE to walk me to class. I'm bigger now. I can't believe there are going to be lots more days that I can't believe.