Baby Plum is now officially a big 4-year-old! He wore his new favorite shirt. The same shirt he wore for the first day of school, and to his birthday party.
He's moved past Cookie Monster shirts to shirts with guitars that say "Rock!" on them.
Of course he needs to play the guitar while wearing his favorite shirt.
This is Baby Plum on the first day of school. He was excited. I'm never sure about him, because he is so shy. Last year, he went very willingly to school. And then, about three months in, he started bawling one morning and they had to drag him out of the car. But that was a one time thing.
He's been happy to go most of the time this year, but he does fuss some mornings, because he wants to go see his speech therapist instead. His teacher says he's doing well. And he talks some in class this year. Last year, he didn't until the end of the year. One big difference is that he now gets into the car at the end of his day ready to tell me about the fun things he did, and excited to show me his work when he gets home. His self-portrait was very funny. A couple of squiggles. We call him our minimalist. So was Little Elvis.
He's funny. He's got a cute little sense of humor. His speech therapist always comes out of their session laughing. He's gotten to where he likes to "relive" a funny scene from a book or TV show. "When they did such-and-such, that was funny, Mommy."
Baby Plum loves to play in kitchens. He likes to play in the ones at church and in his pre-school class. He acts like he wants to help me cook, but once we get started, he loses interest. Maybe someday he'll get more interested. I thought he'd help me bake his birthday cake last weekend, but he decided not to.
He definitely loves this shirt. He also loves Sandra Boynton books. He was reading "But not the Hippopotamus." He's memorized most of the ones he likes, and he'll read them to himself or Cheese Puff. It's cute. And I'm thrilled that he's taking an interest in learning to read. We've been trying to understand sounds some. I'm not a very good teacher.
He's got his daddy's brown eyes. He's very proud of this. A couple of weeks ago he was looking in the bathroom mirror, and wanted to know what looked like Daddy. I told him that he had his Daddy's eyes. That made him happy. (I think he gets tired of hearing that he looks like me.) At school, they did a little thing where they recorded facts about him. He told them he had brown eyes like his Daddy. And that he wanted to be just like his Daddy when he grows up.
I would say that he gets his fashion sense from his Daddy. I laid out a sweater vest and a polo shirt for all of the boys to wear to church a couple of weeks ago. He dressed himself. He's wearing the vest under the shirt, and the shirt is on backwards. I'm pretty sure the shoes are on the wrong feet as well. That's becoming his trademark.
Happy boy. He was jumping on the trampoline after a botched photo session. We had to reschedule for the next day. It was fine, but I felt silly wondering around the mall with Cheese Puff in his puppy backpack with the tail-leash, and Baby Plum's electric guitar. I told Baby Plum he could take his photo with his guitar, and he could wear one of his rock star shirts. He was thrilled! The make-up photo session went well, although he wasn't really showing his dimple in the beginning. Once the photographer let him hold the guitar, things changed. He was thrilled, and we got a Pete Townshend windmill photo.
Our minimalist got art supplies for his birthday, and was so enthralled that he took them on a walk through a nature trail the next day. In this photo, I think he looks a lot like his daddy. He would be so happy to hear that.
The birthday boy this morning.
Cheese Puff had to bring Little Elvis' Iron Man "action figure, not a doll!" to Baby Plum's class party. We got doughnuts. They are cheaper than cupcakes. I have to buy them. I can't make them. I asked Baby Plum first, and he said he wanted doughnuts. He liked the doughnuts, and this afternoon he told me that he wants cupcakes again. I guess the doughnuts weren't the big hit I was hoping they would be.
He looks pretty happy there, though, doesn't he? One of the little boys in his class would not leave Cheese Puff alone. This kid even took Cheese Puff's paci out of his mouth. That's a fighting move there, and Cheese Puff's not afraid to defend himself. I'm sure the teacher thought I was nuts trying to grab the paci back so quickly. I tried to explain that Cheese Puff is my physical baby. I really thought Cheese Puff was going to deck that kid. Baby Plum finally told me that he wanted Cheese Puff to go. I was just waiting to help clean up our messy snack, but was happy to take the hint.
We are so proud of the strides Baby Plum made this year. He talks all of the time! He uses sentences, and is pretty good at expressing himself. He's got friends and buddies. His easygoing nature probably helps him with that. He's really getting into expressing his thoughts on his own, and showing his differences from Little Elvis. Baby Plum sticks to his Lion King love, despite Little Elvis' protests. Baby Plum likes different books from his big brother, and he's not as into cars, snakes or history. Baby Plum likes puzzles and loves music. He seems to like most kinds of music, and is content to just sit and listen to his songs on the ipod.
The biggest difference between Baby Plum and Little Elvis is Baby Plum's willingness to do things for himself. He's our helper. If he wants peanut butter and jelly (his favorite food), he will get out the peanut butter, the bread, the jelly, and sometimes even the knife and plate. If he could unscrew the jars, he wouldn't even bother with me. If he wants food, he gets it. If he wants to wear a certain shirt, he gets it.
We've been battling fleas around here, and that involves lots of cat combing. Baby Plum took it upon himself yesterday to grab Slappy, corner her in the bathroom, and attempt to comb her with the flea comb.
That's him. That's exactly something Baby Plum would do.