I’m noting the hair phases.
I’m seeing the progression from sweatshirt to no shirt (over 100 degrees this week). I’m realizing he’s grown another inch this spring. That he’s losing the last bits of his baby body.
This guy is a 2020 champion. Yeah, we have battled over bed times and sharing, sure. He takes eleventy billion years to finish dinner (and runs away from the table at least three times at family meals to “be alone to fart”). Sure to all of that. But he is five and does online preschool and online occupational therapy. He is five and too little for some Carter things, too big for some twin things, but he’s doing important things all day long. (And the days have been real long.)
So shout out to Chumby. All the props to Quack. You are the thunder in my heart, and how I love it when you roll.