On March 4th Jamie turned 4 years old and it’s possible that I did a little jig of glee in celebration of the end of three. Maybe.
There is so much I want to say about Jamie at age 4. Remember a few months ago when I was worried about his speech? Well, he’s made huge strides since then. He is understandable 80 to 90 percent of the time now. He still needs to work on articulation of particular sounds – k and g are really giving him fits – but he’s *really* talking now. He’s good enough that I can now start to correct grammar instead of just being grateful I can translate gibberish. He’s willing to try saying difficult, multi-syllabic words, too. Behold!
Fear not, he can actually count correctly. In fact, he can count correctly all the way to 15 and he recognizes more numbers than you might expect. This morning at the grocery store he pointed at the aisle number of a neighboring check out and said “Sixteen, Mommy!” He was right. It was 16.
Thanks to his Christmas gift of a Leap Pad (BEST. THING. EVER.) he is learning to recognize and write his letters. He knows how to spell his own name (and recognize it) and he can at least write the “J.”
The other day he drew a picture of me and asked me to write my name on it. So I did. And then he copied it. Then I wrote “Dad” for him and he did the same thing.
Music is one of Jamie’s favorite things. He’s always making up songs or singing ones he knows. He asks for music in the car and he likes to have a good family boogie on a regular basis. He turns his toys into musical instruments and microphones. Almost every night before bed he wants us to sing The Winnie the Pooh Theme Song.
Using my vacuum attachments to make a mic and stand.
His birthday was lovely and he enjoyed all his presents and his cake. Last night when I gave him a slice of cake for dessert, he gave the cover of the cake stand a loving pat and said “I love you, chocolate cake.” Indeed, child. Indeed.
The destruction left after unwrapping presents.
Blowing out the candles!
He’s gotten so much taller over the last year. He’s now wearing some of the clothes that Liam wore in Kindergarten. It makes my brain hurt. It does not seem all that long ago that Liam was in Kindergarten but less than a year from now, I will be registering Jamie for school.
He still has his moments when The Terrifically Terrible Threes peek through but I’ve noticed a definite change in his behavior lately and I’m so glad to see it. I was ready to say goodbye to incessant power games with him. There is nothing like the advent of rational reasoning.
Four is going to be fantastic, I just know it!