I love 4 year olds. Love them. They are so funny, and usually past some of the behavior issues related to the terrible 2’s terrible 3’s.
My Logan Bug. He is delightful.
He makes us laugh every single day. He has said a few things in the past week that I have to remember.
We went to the mall today (PSA to any of you who might have a slight obsession with like Gymboree…they are having a big sale starting Sunday…30% off anything you can fit in one of their reuseable bags, plus you can use a coupon on top of that. There is a coupon in the June/July issue of Family Fun. PSA over.) Actually, I wasn’t planning on going to the mall. The original plan was to go eat at Chick Fil A and then go to Wal Mart for a few things. But when I couldn’t even find a parking spot in the Chick Fil A parking lot, I decided to go across the street to the mall for lunch instead. And of course, since I was right there, I thought I should pop my head in and see if there were any good sales. So we are at the mall (you should know I totally forgot what I was going to write about, and I had to go back and read what I’ve written so far to remember. Hello, mommy brain.) We pulled up to the mall, and Logan says in the amazed voice “mom…look at those windows! They are HUNORMOUS!”
“Do you mean enormous?”
“No”, he said very assuredly. “They are hunormous.” I think hunormous must mean even bigger than enormous, and I for one really like the word. I think I’ll throw it around here and there and see if I can start something.
A few days ago, he asked for some cinnamon toast, which I think is one of his favorite foods right up there with chicken nuggets. He’s got a very refined palate. He was starving, so I said to him, “your toast will take a few minutes to cook, so in the meantime, why don’t you have some applesauce?” He came over to me with a very serious look on his face. “Mom! Why do you have to have mean time?” I cracked up at his literal intrepetation.
Every Friday at swim practice, all the kids get a turn on the diving board and a lollipop. Every Friday, Logan asks for a “sip” of C’s lollipop. It’s one of those weird phrases that has infiltrated my vocabulary. I have caught myself asking for “sips” of things where I would usually say taste or bite.
I know there are more, but that’s all I can think of for now. I still need to go get everything packed up for the swim meet tomorrow, and it’s already past my bedtime. That’s got to be my one beef with swimming…we have to check in by 7:00 a.m. for the meets.
Hope y’all have a great weekend!