fearlessly four

Having a four year old is my fave, especially this one. It's just a great age. They are out of the terrible twos, which most mothers will tell you is really the terrible threes, and they seem just on the cusp of being a big kid. To me, it's an age to hold onto, to soak up every stinkin moment, because in a blink their little  toddler type phase is over. Here are just a few things about my "Ice Man" that I hope to remember.

1. He says, "I love you like a love song." A lot. I'm quite sure he's heard this ole Selena Gomez hit one time, but this line stuck. Hilarious! He will yell this out at you from across a pond, a top the diving board at swim lessons, from his chair in time out. All throughout the day, and it is fantastic!

2. He still loves to be held, and cuddled, and smooched. He walks in every morning, arms held out and says, "I just need you to hold me." No matter how busy I am, I must stop and hold him, for I fear this won't last much longer.

3. He is funny. Legitimately funny. He says the best things. Example- I'm telling them to listen to their swim coach and be sweet and he says, "and not put our fingers in his belly button." What? yes of course, please do not put your fingers in his belly button- I thought that was a given. It's comments like this all day. He's horrible to discipline, because he always manages to make us laugh, and lets face facts, he is ridiculously beautiful.

4. He is not too cool for anything, everything you do is awesome, and he's vocal about telling you so. Could be how well you cooked, or how pretty he thinks you look. It should also be noted that this kid cannot whisper or talk quietly, his normal inside voice is a full on yell. It's all very fun!

5. We sometimes call him "Frumpers". I don't think it's a real word and I'm not sure how this term came about, but it's definition seems to be a mix between grumpy and pouty. He is frumpy often. Every movement becomes exaggerated, shoulders slumped, bottom lip  fully out, whiny voice. It can be frustrating, but it's also kinda great. 

6. But, my very favorite thing, is he still wears pajama sets. There is just something so deliciously yummy about a little one in matching pjs. It screams wrap me up and hold me tight, and I am. Holding on to every moment, enjoying it whole heartedly, but also knowing that five is amazing too, and that's comforting.