Lolo turned four!

Lolo,

My sweet, darling boy. You turned four! I can't believe it. For some reason it is easier for me to believe that my oldest kid will grow up, but not you. I can't believe you aren't a baby any more.

I love you with all of my heart. You are your own unique boy and Dad and I just love who you are. Sometimes, when you do or say something, we just laugh and shake our heads and say: "That is SO Logan!" You are particular about things. At Christmas and your birthday when you receive presents you keep them all close together and will not tolerate anyone touching or moving them. You have an order to your things and you always know where to find them. And your toys always get put away on there shelf where they go.

You are a sensitive boy. You feel things deeply. You can get hurt feelings but you also care about what other people are feeling. If anyone looks sad you will hug and kiss them or share your toys. You are also learning how to take deep breaths and accept that sometimes things won't go your way. The other day you took a drink out of Ethan's water bottle. He got mad and yelled at you "Logan! You're not supposed to drink out of my water bottle!" You immediately started crying and said, "yes I can!" and then stopped, became really calm, and said, "You're right. I need to ask first. Ethan, can I drink out of your water bottle?" Ethan, still upset, said "no!" You stayed calm and said, "Okay, you can say no if you want to. That's okay." And you were fine! It was amazing. You have come a long way in being able to control your emotions, and we work on it a lot, but I am just so proud of you because I know its not easy. I hold my emotions close to the surface too and I often still struggle to control myself. I'm just proud of you at almost four being able to do that.

You are a talker! You will talk Mom's ear off, especially in the car, as you explain each and every detail-or alternative-to what you are thinking about! If someone interrupts you or says that they didn't understand something you start all over at the beginning as if they didn't understand the first part. This makes Dad and I chuckle inside because we know how exact you like things. For example, if you say: "Hey Mom, Can you come help me find my lego piece?" And I say, "help you find what?" You will start over, "Hey, Mom? Can you come help me find my lego piece?" And sometimes if you feel I'm not listening you will say, "Hey, Mom? Hey, Mom? Hey, Mom" over and over and over again until I answer satisfactorily, which funnily enough is not a nod of my head or a "Yes, Logan?" or sometimes even a "What Logan?" its whatever you were expecting me to say! Which sometimes leave me confused as to what you want. But i just love how precise you are about things.

You have big blue eyes that are so expressive. I love to see your face as you talk and explain things. You love to give your Momma hugs and kisses. You love to be tickled and chased. You love to get belly bloopers and snuggles. You LOVE to laugh, giggle, be silly, and TEASE EVERYONE. Especially Clara. Clara adores you and follows you everywhere. She doesn't necessarily love all the teasing but she does love it when you pay attention to her. Ethan loves to be with you too. You guys are brothers so you fight sometimes, but more often then not you get along very well and love to be together. You are so excited for Ethan to get home from school so you can play with him and I love to see you interacting.

You love to wrestle and run around and be silly, but you also love to sit and play with toys and Legos and read books. Sometimes you just sit and talk to yourself or play with your hands. I love how I can tell you are really thinking while you do that. You are definitely a deep thinker already. You love to ask questions and think about things from all different angles. It is a gift you have that I'm sure will help you in life.

I hope you know how very much I love you. When I think of you my heart bursts to fullness with emotion. You are the sweetest, darlingest boy and I can't get enough of you.

Love,

Mom