Graham is sleeping in his stroller. Its like a spa day for me. I took a shower and now I'm sitting in my robe drinking a smoothie and writing for a few minutes before I edit photos. He's been having a difficult time, especially in the mornings. He's discovered tantrums and puts his whole self energetically into them, in hopes of getting what he wants - which, what does he want? Not to be held, or set down, or get a fresh diaper, or eat, drink, or nurse. Maybe he's just not a morning person. Neither am I. Maybe he just has a temper. So do I.
It's raning. Again. But no snow. This has seemed like an incredibly long winter. Perhaps because we have become used to drought. Perhaps because our house has had colds steadily since November, particularly Graham and I. He just finished his first round of amoxicillin for a brewing bronchitis.
Barrett has bloomed a minor arrogance since turning four. Jesse and I were finishing our taxes last night (high five because its the first time in our history we filed before April 15th!) and we were giggling on the couch about Graham's new expressive temper when Barrett came out of his room wide awake and smiling. He so excited to be up late, out of bed and conspiring with Mom and Dad. He climbed up on us and we told him about how his college fund has grown this year.
"You can go to school and learn about airplanes," Jesse said.
"Or anything you want," I said. "Trees, or water, or trains, or bugs." We get pretty excited about college around here.
"But," he said, "I already know all that stuff."
I have been warned about this. How early they come to know everything. I have been corrected about what tractors are what by other four year olds.
So now that Bear is four and he knows everything, its time for him to have some regular responsibility. He needs a daily chore (probably just picking up kid stuff around the house and delivering it to his room) and he will get rewarded with direct playtime from mom, any activity of his choice. We'll see how it goes.