Bogie is four!

I was driving the boys home from school today, semi-thinking what I would post about Bogie turning four and I just started laughing to myself. This kid is funny. March to the beat of his own drum, says what he’s thinking and means what he says; funny.

For those people with more than one kid, doesn’t it just amaze you how different your children are? Sometimes I look at this kid and think, “My life is always exciting with you in it.” Every once in a while I think, “What planet are you from?” And then I thank my lucky stars that Providence gave him to me. Because he is a real gem. Sometimes a diamond in the rough, but truly, a gem.

He is a man through and through. Yawns in front of the camera, hates to go shopping, and yells for “Kudos” at his accomplishments in the bathroom.

He kicks left footed. Knows all of his letters and sounds. Adores his baby brother. Admires his big brother.  Thrives on routine. But loves surprises. He’s got rhythm, some good rhythm. And highlights that women spend hours and hundreds for.

He’s been telling everyone he see’s for over a week now, “That it is almost my birf-day.” He especially requested cookies with blue frosting and juice boxes to share at school. Wants to go to the worlds most expensive Pizza Place for dinner.

He  crawls into bed with us almost every night around 2am along with his blanket and Paco {his penguin.} Has an explanation for every single aspect of his life. And with his low- scratchy-boy voice and the missing teeth, listening to him talk is enjoyable most minutes of the day. {2am, not so much.}

Man, I love this kid. And he’s four.

Time is a-flying.