Callum at 4
(thanks, Tami, for the photo)
I tried to pick you up the other night, after you fell asleep in your brother’s bed (as you often do). I could barely lift you. You are suddenly gargantuan; your newly minted extra-large size not actually caused by turning 4, but by the birth of your relatively minuscule baby brother just days ago.
You are in love with Charlie, and I really appreciate that. You are my helper at the change table. You want to touch him every opportunity you get. I also know that you are being a bit grumpier than normal because of all the changes that have gone on here lately, and I can understand that.
You are smart and cheeky and boisterous. You still talk with a lisp and I’m thinking maybe we should get that seen to – although in meeting your classmates who were here for your weekend party, it makes me think that your entire class still talks like you’re all infants, so maybe we’re okay. You’re all still so cute in Junior Kindergarten. (Also, loud and crazy. That was quite the party.)
You’re suddenly the middle child. And I hope you are going to be okay with that. I think you probably have enough personality for us to ensure that you aren’t forgotten in the mix of things. Fingers crossed, kid.
Happy, happy birthday, bud.