Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Oh, Little Elvis!

My sweet, sweet Little Elvis. Four is supposed to be easier and we have moments, even almost whole days of sweetness. But the non-sweet moments can be especially tart and sour, and most of the time they catch me completely off-guard.

But, then there are the in-between moments. Where you're being kind of sweet and kind of sour, and all sorts of funny. To most people. I am the straight man to your silliness. I take a good bit of verbal abuse.

Here, you didn't know how to smile, and you were pretty mad at me for letting you go four whole years without teaching you how to smile. How could I do such a thing?

You've been obsessed with my appearance recently. You cried at me the other day, because you were so upset by the fact that I would get older. You pleaded with me to stop and tried to make me promise not to ever get older. When you kept bringing it up, day after day, I promised. You are finding out that I can be worn down.

You used to compliment me and tell me I look pretty when I wear make-up, but that has changed. You looked at our wedding picture the other day and told Daddy he looked the same, but told me that I looked "... different." You couldn't put that different into words, but you wanted to make sure that I knew that I looked different. You followed that up by asking me if I was wearing make-up right then. I was not. You informed me that I needed to wear make-up tomorrow. Such a sweet, sweet little boy.

Couple that with your new need to constantly shoot my face off, and then ask what I will say. When I reply that I can't say anything if you shoot my face off (I get beligerant when parts of my body are shot off) you just keep on asking until I say something. "Ow." "Oh no!" and "Don't shoot my face off!" are your favorite replies.

Maybe I should start wearing make-up more often?
Here you are, still trying to figure out how to smile with Jessie and Rex. You got some money for your birthday and wanted to buy Jessie and Rex. I attempted to explain that I could get them cheaper online and you could get more for your money, but would have to wait. It didn't really make sense, so we headed to Wal-Mart. I tried to make sure that everyone knew we were using your birthday money and I wasn't just buying you two very overpriced dolls for Valentine's Day.
While I thought they were a little too pricey, you loved them. You loved going to the store, picking them out and then not very patiently waiting while Gram and I struggled to get them out of their packaging.
Yes, we overpaid, but you didn't think so. You only wanted those two things, so spending all of your money on them made complete sense.This is my favorite shot of you from our last photo shoot. The lighting works and you look very intent. No smiles needed.
Hopefully, I will be able to teach you how to smile again (because you have a beautiful smile) before our real picture session tomorrow afternoon.
You really are a sweet, sweet little boy. Even if you do seem to enjoy insulting me. I'll need to build up a tougher skin for when you're a teenager anyway.


Blogger Ann Wyse said...

Wow. This is such a beautiful post about relationships growing and changing. It made me cry - in a good way. Thank you!

3:06 PM  
Anonymous Laura McIntyre said...

So sweet and made me think of my own four year old , it really is a great but tiring age for all .

5:31 AM  

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