Four years

A letter to my four year old.

To my four-year-old Rowan,

You are the very best four year old I know. You have done so much in your fourth year. You started preschool, and LOVE it. Your teacher was Miss Karla and I am pretty sure she loved you too. You also did a full year of Awanas. You had a little trouble "using walking feet" inside school, and staying in your chair and listening in Awanas. But by the end of the year you really got into the rythym of things and had a lot less trouble. Your friends at school included Jack, Ryan, Abby, Anna and Brandon.  When you see the letter, 'A' you say, "A!! A is for Anna and Abby!!" You have learned a few letters, I bet by your 5th birthday you know all 26. You can spell "Rowan" and you can read and write your name! 

You are fearless. You love trying anything, even if you are a little cautious at first. At the begining of the summer you were very cautious at the pool, now you are an absolute fish. I have been told I need to check you for gills. You hold your breath without your hands to plug your nose. You try your best at the back stroke, freestyle and breast stroke. You can tread water and flip under water (backwards, not forwards). You keep your eyes open the entire time you are in the water. You love it when your feet touch the bottom when you jump in. My friend Jan has a slide at her pool and you were obsessed! You looked terrified right before you hit the water but you loved it.

You are so funny, you love to make all of us laugh, mostly Wyatt. You are a great big brother. You love to help me with Wyatt, keeping him safe and happy. You have dug many things out of Wyatt's mouth, keeping him from choking. (Even if you were the one to give him said choke hazard.) You think it is so funny when Wyatt goes for the toilet. You hate it when Wyatt screams in the car. So in turn you scream in the car. (I can say that I hate that.)

You love your blanket, your daddy, your mommy, your brother, bed time books, popcorn, playing outside with Dawson, crashing your cars, after-nap snuggles, sneaking into Mommy and Daddy's bed in the middle of the night, sneaking into Wyatt's crib early in the morning, getting a glass of water with a birthday cake pop from Starbucks, getting a Sprite at Sonic, going inside the gas station, having a dance party with Wyatt, swimming at Papa and NeNe's house, playing with new toys at Grandma Patty and Grandpa Rick's house, pancakes, bar-b-que potatoe chips, Ranch dip, salad, hitting the baseball, fishing with daddy, going to Bass Pro with Daddy, saying the prayers, playing on the iPad.

You don't love going to bed, sitting at the dinner table or eating dinner, when Wyatt screams, drinking milk, mommy or daddy going anywhere without you, coming inside when playing with Dawson, not being able to buckle your own carseat, getting even a tiny tiny boo-boo (and God forbid we put medicine/a band-aid on it or even look at it), being quiet and/or patient (you are four afterall).

I love you so much. You make me and your daddy proud (I wish you could have seen him watching you hitting the ball at baseball camp, he called you a prodigy). We think you are the neatest little boy. We love watching you grow up.

Love you buddy,

five kisses and five hugs,

Your Mommy