Sunday, May 15, 2011

47 Months - May 2011

Well buddy you are one month away from 4 years old, and for some reason this one hasn't really snuck up on me. I don't know if it is because you've been to so much preschool this year and started t-ball a bit early, but you just seem 4 already. That doesn't mean I'm not a little sad about it, but I'm excited too. I get to enjoy one more year of you home and at school with me before you go to kindergarten, and hopefully that reality check will help me be able to live in the moment a little better.

T-ball has been a bit of an adventure for our family. Your first game you got a little bored out in the outfield and decided you'd had enough. Your dad was out there helping you and your team and ended up telling me it was my turn to try to convince you to get up and play. It was pretty comical, and I finally just let you throw your fit and lie down in the dirt until that half inning was over. You've done better since that game, but you've pretty much decided it isn't worth it to chase the ball when it comes your way since there are 7 other kids chasing it too. I can't say that I blame you, but we'll have to figure out a good position for you if you decide you want to keep playing, which we really hope you do.

Aunt Lisa caught the fit on camera. I was putting some of these up on facebook and you saw this one and said "Is that when I got grumpy, mom?" Um, yeah.
You did have fun out there before you got bored!
You were so happy to make it to first!
The best part of that first game was when the other team would hit the ball and EVERY. SINGLE. KID. on your team chased after it. This must have been before you decided it wasn't worth it. There has been lots of infighting on our team from going after grounders!

Getting a little pre-game advice from your dad.
Even if you have had some rough spots in games, you have definitely improved. You hit the ball well just about every time you are up to bat. Your throwing needs a little work, and we could also work on sportsmanship (jumping on kids when they get the ball your dad said was "yours" is kind of frowned upon!), but I think we all had a good time with t-ball this year.

You graduated from 3-year-old preschool, but typical Logan you didn't want much to do with it and ran off with Kashton while me and Ms. Teresa were busy herding the other kids. I didn't even get a picture of you that day, so I guess it is a good thing I get another chance next year. You are going to help me out again at Ms. Teresa's but also start going to the preschool at the high school. You like to tell people that when you turn 4 you get to go to high school. I'm excited to see how much more you learn when your mom isn't around to make you think you can get away with not listening!

Here you are modeling your Easter hat you made in preschool this year. When I went in to make sure your light was off before I went to bed I found this and had to hurry and close the door so I could laugh and grab my camera.

You had a fun time out at the Pollock Easter this year. Before it was time to eat lunch and hunt for candy you and Quade and Gavin had already talked your dad's cousin David into digging a big hole for you all to play in. I'm pretty sure you would have been just fine without candy as long as you had that hole!

You and Tess with your INSANE amount of candy. Next year I think we need to put a limit on the candy each grandma can bring. You got more candy and toys the next day at Grandma Hillier's too!

On the hunt...



I love you bud. You still drive me crazy most days, but that has more to do at this stage with your logic than anything. You are starting to figure life out, which makes me have to work harder at explaining to you why we can't do certain things or why we have to do others. This seems like kind of an important thing to do right, so hopefully I don't mess it up too bad! I can't wait to see how much you grow from 4 to 5!

Love ya,
Mom

1 comment:

Joan Hillier said...

It's hard for me to grasp the fact that you will be four. What a nice young boy you are becoming. I love you bud.