Almost four, no swimmies or life jacket or bubble. Slight hesitation only due to it being his first jump off the day, into water that might be cold...? (Not in Poppy's pool.)
My little fish isn't little anymore.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tmg8nnC20-Q&feature=youtube_gdata_player
Yes, I KNOW YouTube is giving you problems with that video. I'm working on it. Meanwhile: this.
This being a boy.
Not a toddler, though it hasn't been that long. That title had been passed on. Not even a very little boy, although still the smallest and youngest in his class.
A boy.
One who often doesn't need to be reminded of his manners. One who tells stories - great flights of imagination - with words bigger than he is. One who loves his friends and his family and is rarely loathe to show it, with hugs, kisses, or stroking hair (he always asks first).
One who used a public restroom all by himself today, and emerged glowing with pride. One who has learned to dress himself: long-sleeved shirt, shorts and socks with sneakers, but all put on facing the right way. This is one who can button, snap and zip himself most of the time.
This is one who makes me stare in awe and amazement - how can this lanky child be ours?
And it makes me so much more grateful for moments like this - simple ones playing on the sprinkler on a warm afternoon, when for a moment, things slow down.
Every spring, Asa has to be convinced anew to play outside and get dirty. We spend at least a week running between the yard and the bathroom sink, and we end up going through a lot of hand soap.
Elias? Not so much.
It's becoming more of a workout to fly Asa like a superhero. Good for the core: I lie on my back, knees bent, with him lying along my shins. Used to be, I could keep his feet off the floor. No longer.
Today, I held his hands out in front and called him Super Asa. He immediately ran to the dress-up box for his cape, then back for the sequined belt.
As Grover would say, "And I'm Cute, too!"
Note, please, that Asa dressed himself this morning. Overall straps and all. Three-and-a-half blows my mind.
