Dramatis Personae

It occurs to me that we've had three pictures of Number Two Son, and no pictures of Number One Son or Darling Daughter yet. So:

Number One Son. Seven and a half years old. Loves video games and music.


Darling Daughter. Nine and a half years old. Loves books and Neopets.

Happy Mother's Day

So. Mother's Day. Not exactly a day everyone here was looking forward to this year.

Things are still a bit raw around the edges, but we're going on. Last night, we let Number Two Son choose dinner. He wanted a hamburger and a play place. (The joys of being four. Number One Son will probably request Islands again, because he likes their french fries.) So off to Carl's Jr, where they ran around for an hour and a half.

Aunt Jacquie sent a check for his birthday, so he picked out some Legos. Number One Son is helping him put the intended set together. (Read: Number One Son is putting part three together while N2S is playing with parts one and two.)

Today, we visit Grandma and Grandpa for a slightly belated birthday. (And Mother's Day. But we're not talking about that part much.)

Goin' Mobile...

He's loose!

He's 4!

He's 4 today. He got a Webkinz from his siblings, and a bike and helmet from his parents. (Helmet isn't shown in the picture because it was too small. It's getting replaced before he gets to ride. Oops.)

My Last Day With A Three-Year-Old

Number Two Son turns four tomorrow.

I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this. I'm glad he's getting older and growing up, but I'm going to miss the uncluttered view of life he has now.

On the other hand, it's frequently a view of life that has little to do with reality. We're continually convincing him that, no, just because he's making up a new word for something, that doesn't mean that anyone else will understand what he means.

And, well, I've commented before that Hell is a seven-year-old with an infinite supply of joke books. Deeper levels of Hell supplement that with a three-year-old sidekick who's trying to tell their own versions of the jokes.

But all of this is part of learning how to be a person. And he is learning, and quickly. Give him another couple months, and he'll be reading the joke books on his own.

I suspect that I'll miss the person he is now when he's grown up.