Our oldest son, Luke, just turned 4 years old. He was incredibly proud of graduating from the 3’s, and continues to remind us that he is the BIG 4. There have been lots of changes, some instant and others gradual.
He has started shaving, thanks to a wonderful uncle who got him his own shaving kit. (Ben’s started shaving too). They mostly shave whatever parts of their bodies that they can lather up with shaving cream. The belly is a popular area.
Legos are the new obsession. This was a huge shock for me. He has been talking about a specific Lego set that he has wanted for months, but I was doubtful on his ability to put it together. He just figured out how to build structural Duplo creations (as in, sturdy walls instead of multiple towers that fall over when you cough), so it wasn’t a stretch to think that Legos would be difficult.
Wow. Give that boy a set of instructions with a patient, translating adult, and he can assemble Legos for hours.
Superheros are also a bit of an obsession around here. I completely attribute this to peer pressure. It’s cute. He has a bunch of friends that love Spiderman, but I don’t think any of them have even watched a single show about Spidey.
We’ve started playing a lot of soccer, and just bought him a real bike.
He has turned into a “big boy”, but with it has come the self-realization that he is still small potatoes. Yesterday, we were at a friend’s graduation party for his son. Lots of 18-year-old kids having fun. Luke came up to me at one point, sighed, and plopped his head on my lap.
“Mom, I wish I was a teenager.”
Almost there, buddy. Almost there.