Well, your first month as a four-year-old is much better than your first month as a three-year-old. You've been able to keep the whining to a minimum (read: only 49% of the day) so life has been pretty swell. You are still thoroughly obsessed with your bow and arrow (who am I kidding? We are all obsessed with it. It's the best.) and you can't get enough of that dang fart gun. You've perfected the art of when to use it, so secretly I'm high-fiving your comic timing. If Natalie is fussing at you or bossing you around, you'll simply hold up the gun to her face and fire away. Nothing puts a damper on bossiness like 20 seconds of nonstop flatulence noises. You've also come up to me with your hands behind your back, wearing your impossible-to-resist smile, and say "Mommy! I have a surprise for you!!!" And while I sometimes get dandelions from the front yard (heart = melted), most of the time you bring the gun around from behind your back and let 'er rip. It's so charming.
You're in full-on We Must Decorate All The Solid Surfaces in Our House for Christmas mode. You and your sister are like two peas in a pod. Whenever we go to the store, you two will point out all the things I HAVE to buy to decorate for Christmas. If it were up to you two, our front lawn would be covered with blow up a Rudolph, Santa in an outhouse (real cute, Walmart), and Olaf. And inside, our tree would be 12-ft tall and the floor would have to be reinforced after taking into account the weight of the millions of ornaments you two want to put on it. You love all the Christmas songs and the Christmas shows on TV. You have, however, noticed that the weather is anything but Christmas-like. It's in the 70s this week. Yes it's gorgeous, yes the humidity is low, yes if this were as hot as it EVER got, I'd be a happy camper. But it's DECEMBER. Get with the program, weather.
Speaking of Christmas, you like to investigate all the presents under the tree to see if you can figure out what they are. You've already figured out a Lego set (but I told you that you were wrong). You're really confused by the underwear (oh yes, I went there. I wrapped a pack of underwear. [It's part of the Wear for your Want, Need, Wear, Read presents]) "What IS this? Is it a squishy book? Is it a weird stuffed animal??"
You know which package is your Christmas jammies - you're really excited about them. As well you should be. They're the cutest jammies EVER. I bought you and Natalie matching (well, matching-ish - yours are blue, hers are pink) jammies. They have abominable snowmen all over them and the shirt has a big one that says "Yeti for bed!" Not very Christmassy, per se, but still, totally adorable. You'll probably realize when you're older that some things you do for your children are solely for your children. And some things you do for your children are actually not for your children at all. They're purely for you and your wife's amusement.
Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy
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