The One In The Middle Is The Green Kangaroo

I had classic middle-child syndrome growing up. Although Cole isn't officially the middle child, I still sympathize with his situation and try to give him the special attention that he so desparately craves.

His favorite thing to do is sit with me and have me write out words for him to read. Yesterday he asked if he could also write his own words - I dare you to find his version of "Ferris Wheel" or "Water" or "Ghost Ship" - love the way a 4 year old's mind works.


He's in the Pre-K class at school and is luh-uhving all of the projects. He feels extremely old and important now that he's doing "big kid" crafts.





What can I say...he's a fellow ham after my own heart...





The infamous balloon incident of 2011...one of his balloons flew away and as Cole put it, "That was the worst day of my life." I figure if that's as bad as it gets, then the kid has it pretty good.

That Boy Sure Was A Runnin' Fool

Yesterday Cole surprised me by asking to go for a run with him. He clearly (a) Wanted some alone time with me or (b) Thought I ate too much pizza over the weekend or (c) Just wanted to go for a run. I'm thinking it was probably a little of each.

I convinved him to stop at the water tower / smoke stack so I could catch my breath.

As we were going home I took advantage of our alone-time to ask him some questions:

Me: What do you like best about me being your Mom?
Cole: I like how you hug me and kiss me and snuggle with me. And give me chocolate.
Me: Is there anything about me being your Mom that you don't like?
Cole: I don't like it when I want something and you won't give it to me. Like chocolate.

A true one-track mind. Off to buy some Hershey's and raise my cred on the 4-year old scale.