Friday, January 2, 2009

Last Christmas...



of a family of three that is.

We had a wonderfully uneventful holiday with events and get-togethers expanding over several days.

Christmas morning was filled with magic as Santa left Grant all his favorites: Lightning McQueen Race Track, Monster Trucks, and the Screamin' Banshee. He didn't even worry about Santa coming to the house this time. And the words straight from his mouth could not describe it any better--

"This is the best Christmas ever!!!"

(Like he could remember all three of them).





Grant is at the perfect age right now. Every age has is ups and downs, warm fuzzies and frustrating moments. But just as Grant is turning 4 years old, the positive moments far exceed the negative ones by about 20:1. EASILY.

I have dreamed about this day for several years now.

No more tantrums and sudden mood swings.

He can now carry on an conversation and can describe his feelings.

No more time outs.

He can now understand reasoning and consequences. Only occasionally do we have to threaten a time out.

No more doing EVERYTHING for him.

He can now put on his clothes, shoes and jacket and get himself a snack.

No more diapers and potty training issues.

He now goes to the potty without even telling me.

We are constantly amazed at his learning ability. He knows most of his letter sounds and is becoming very interested in the words on the page as we read books. He is a little sponge absorbing whatever information you give him. His never ending questions are a testimony to that fact.

So now, realizing he will be FOUR years old in two weeks, I just want to slam on the brakes and keep him my little boy forever. How can he be four years old? It seems so old. Age 1 to 3 is toddler/preschool age. But FOUR? Four is a big boy. School age. Independent. Opinionated.

He'll be 13 in a blink of an eye.

And just as we've gotten one independent little guy, in about two more months we get to start all over again.



Is it worth it? --




A million times, YES.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Diversity

Today was Grant's last day of school until after the Holidays. Montessori school is quite different from his old "Mom's Day Out" program. Instead of having a Holiday party gorging on cookies, chips, and cupcakes and making endless Christmas crafts and ornaments, Grant has spent the last couple of weeks expanding his cultural knowledge by learning about Kwanzaa and Hanukkah. He even came home one day telling me about the jar of pennies they have in the classroom. He said, "It's for school supplies for kids in... in... in... uh... Pakistan." I kid you NOT. He said "Pakistan."

I had ignored the flyers the school sent home on the fundraiser thinking I would get to it soon enough. Well, the next day Grant arrived at school with a baggie full of pennies.

We've been doing our fair share of gorging and Christmas crafts at home.





We'll be making Christmas cookies tomorrow.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Santa Claus is coming to town

Speaking of first, we had another one this year. Grant sat in Santa's lap.
Well, kind of...

It's closer than he has ever gotten without wailing in terror. I asked him if he was going to tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas. He said, "Will you help me." Translation: "will you tell him for me?" Me, "Yes, I will."

This year will be the year of Cars from the Disney movie. He wants the Screamin' Banshee, Doc, Sally, Mater, and a Lightning McQueen car track. All of which he requested on his own.

Danny ended up there with him as I snapped the picture. He couldn't quite work up a smile, but I don't blame him. What other time is it okay for a child to sit in a strange, obese, bearded man's lap dressed in a ridiculous red fuzzy suit? Hmmmmmm. NEVER!

Turkey Day

This year was a first. We had family come to our house for Thanksgiving lunch. And not just a handful, but approximately 25 adults and kids. Tradition has us going to Danny's Aunt and Uncle's house, but after hearing that some of the family might be going to Chattanooga to visit their recently purchased bed and breakfast, we volunteer up our house for the rest of us to get together. Well, plans fell through and everybody ended up coming!

It actually turned out quite nice. Everybody brought dishes included fried turkey and dressing. YUM. All I had to do was get the house ready and prepare my carrot cake and famous hashbrown casserole. Watch out Martha Stewart. Here I come!



Everyone came over early to watch the Titans cream the Lions. And after lunch the kids got to enjoy the glorious day outside with a trip in Cousin Charles' truck to the park.

We finished the day with a trip to my Mom and Dad's house to visit with my family. We really didn't need to eat another meal, but WE DID.