Today is Gideon's last day of preschool. It boggles my mind that he was an only child when he started school last September. We didn't know how this year would go, we had hopes but knew better than to make any guesses. Turns out Gideon is an amazing, loving, hilarious big brother. He has a big heart and it is wide open for his family. This morning before school I told him that when he started school our family was smaller but now it is bigger. He exclaimed "I want my family to get bigger, bigger, bigger! I love my family!"
A friend recently posted on facebook that she didn't know she would cry on the first and last day of preschool. She was so right! It is a bittersweet moment and I am so proud of Gideon for so much. He makes his bed, cleans his room, brushes his teeth, picks out his clothes and dresses himself, takes bad tasting medicine without complaining or bribing, hops on one leg, counts to 12, plays a million games by the rules, loves to snuggle, is gentle with his sister and lives to make her laugh. He has worked hard on controlling his emotions and venting his frustrations in a healthy way. His speech is really coming along to a point where strangers are understanding much of what he says.
He wants to be a scientist/paleontologist/Egyptologist when he grows up. Or a chef. Or an astronaut. He says his favorite food is blueberries but I've seen him put away a bean burrito faster than you can say "take smaller bites you are going to choke!" His favorite color is blue, his old favorite color is white...and orange. His second favorite color is pink or red. He likes colors. He LOVES chalk and could spend hours outside drawing on the sidewalks. His favorite favorite favorite thing right now is the Bing game where we all work together to make up a story. He is a constant and impenetrable wall of sound, letting his imagination spill out through his voice as he concocts adventures with best friend zombies, living dinosaur bones, mummies from Sarcophagus City, and more.
In a nutshell, my baby is growing up, but as he loves to hear me say, he will always be my baby boy. Now if you'll excuse me I seem to have gotten something in both of my eyes
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