Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Owen at 3.5.
As I suspected, keeping up with this blog is a little more difficult than it use to be. Keeping up with this 3.5 (and couple of months!) year old boy is a little more difficult than it use to be, too. ;-) He is growing up so much this year. And we're not the only ones who think so.
He is in a 3 to 5 year old preschool that began with five 5-year old boys, one 4-year old boy, and three girls - a 5, 4, and 3 year old. Owen is the youngest in his class, and has spent the first half of this year working hard at keeping up with the older ["taller, stronger, faster"] boys. His teacher and classroom helpers each have commented that the older influence has aged him so much, so quickly.
Our funny boy is apparently also funny at school, having been called the "class clown" by the program director. (Ay yay yay.) He's bright. Really bright. He is stubborn, and that is mostly apparent at the kitchen table, as he is a terribly picky eater. He's really impressed by the 5-year-old boys at school, talking frequently about how nothing can hurt the oldest boy in class because he's so big. (And also tells us nothing can hurt Jesus, so does that puts them in the same class? ;-) Or how another boy can hang upside down on the monkey bars, and do "cool things." Or how all of them can run super fast (like, "11," while owen can run "10"). Or how he's "catchin' up" to another boy in the class in height because he ate his breakfast. Strength, size, and speed are a major focus in life for my 3.5 year old. He's athletic. At least to the extent that he's active, and loves playing with Daddy. His memory and the ability to recall is ridiculous - you never know what distant memory he's bound to divulge (like "When I was 2, and I was sleeping in my old bed in Brooksy's room, I said 'Mommy!' and I was crying, and you came upstairs and I puked on you." Yep. It happened. And I've never told him that story. He pulled it out of the archives randomly one day.) He's an amazing big brother. Brooks has really taken notice to his big brother, and lights up when he hears his voice across the room. Brooks' love for attention and Owen's love to entertain make for a perfect pair. He can't wait to see his little brother after getting home from swim practice with Daddy. More often than not, he chooses to be wherever Brooks is while he's awake to play, and is sad when it's time for him to go down for a nap or bedtime. He loves to "read" to him, cuddle with him, and teach him about the world as he knows it.
Three has been such a transformational year for Owen, and for us as a family. I'm just so in love with that little boy and what he brings to our family. Time is sure flying - four is going to be here before I know it!