It seems like you’ve been four for AGES. And we’re still only half way to five.
I’ve been delayed in writing this post because there is so much to say to you, yet some days I’m just too exhausted to say it.
You are an amazing little boy, with opinions and a sense of humour and empathy and moods. Lots of moods. Fun times.
You question everything, which I’m sure is a sign of great intelligence but oh so frustrating at times. I need to remember to keep answering you with patience and not shoot down that natural curiosity.
Favourite phrases are “NO”, or ”I don’t think so” and “but I don’t like it/don’t want to” . You can be rather grumpy and defiant when the mood strikes.
You also have a need to be constantly stimulated. CONSTANTLY. You are always looking for something to do and when that is done, you are looking for the next thing. You get bored while doing things that don’t involve movement. Sitting still is not your favourite thing to do.
When you’re not driving me insane with your questions or your defiance or your constant need for “something fun”, you are delighting me with your laughter, your hugs and kisses, and your love of helping. You love to help me bake. You love to help me with the washing. Hanging it out, bringing it in, folding and putting away.
Your love for your sister brings tears to my eyes often. You’ve started calling her Xanf as a nickname. No-one does that, it’s yours alone. It’s cute. She idolises you and even when you don’t share your toys with her I can tell you are best friends.
Millar, you exhaust me each and every single day but you are still the best thing that ever happened to me.
I love you, more than you will ever know.