Little Red, now four years, one month, one week and one day old, is getting so grown up. Trying to finish off the year, our primary secretary was trying to find another child to give the last talk of the year “Oh, Little Red would LOVE to!” I volunteered (I was right, and he did so well the older children applauded when he was done.) Last Sunday he bore his testimony (not the first time, but always so sweet.) In addition to refining his public speaking he has been working on becoming a scientist, asking many very astute questions. The other day, while looking at a picture of a rabbit with two front teeth, he queeried, “how do rabbits eat carrots if they only have two teeth?”
Boy Blue is also growing and developping. He is both taller and thinner than he appears; mid-week last week (only halfway through that wretched illness) he was 33 inches tall and only 22 pounds. I suspect he lost at least another half pound before he started eating again. It’ll be awhile before he no longer appears emaciated to me. (But we sheared the boys last night so at least his hair is in better proportion to his body now!) He’s less than three months away from his second birthday and I’ve been preparing myself for “the talk” with his pediatrician and the referral for speech services — we’ve been very actively encouraging him to speak but he’s pretty lazy in that regard. I’m not concerned, the same thing happened with a little friend of ours and the speech services he is receiving have made such a remarkable difference! I see the same pattern in Boy Blue as I did in Logan. These younger siblings of such vivacious first borns (Little Red and Kyra) haven’t had much need to develop their words as the older ones speak for them, and the parents understand without words. Boy Blue has decided to spend all his cognitive abilities in perfecting his physical feats. He can climb anything. He can reach anything. If we are cooking he will go to the other room, get his chair, and carry it to the kitchen so he can climb up and observe us. (He also climbs bookshelves but I think we have extinguished that behaviour. I hope so, anyway!!!)
I look at them both, so grown up and amazing, and I hardly know how to feel. I love these grown up people, they are my friends, and I marvel that at one point they were little floppy dolls who had once been inside me. It is so easy to forget my trials when I am with them — they are such wonderful blessings.