So my baby turned 4. Rude right? The last four years have FLOWN by. He's my right hand man. We are literally together every hour of the day. Most days he's even my alarm clock. We go to school together, shopping together, have all our meals together, and when I try to sneak away for a private moment, he finds me in the bathroom.
He's a sweetheart but a bit of a brute as well. The boy is just solid. He's at that stage where there is still baby fat but his little body is hardening into little boyhood. It makes me sad when I think about it. Luckily, I'm too busy laughing at/with him to dwell on it much! His play wrestling with his brothers is starting to cause more pain than before...for his brothers. He and Abby are best buds and I pray that lasts. He knows all his letters and numbers and insists on writing his name as "William" and never "Will". Shortcuts aren't his style! He asks daily for more presents and has excellent negotiating skills. He's truly our pride and joy. We love you Squilliam!